[00:00.000] 作词 : José González[00:01.000] 作曲 : José González[00:21.794]Idle as it seemed[00:25.597]trudging through the mist[00:32.055]Following the creeks[00:35.156]erasing dim lines on the list[00:42.571]Eager to arrive[00:46.021]leaving footprints in the clay[00:52.877]Reading rocks and vines[00:56.379]telling indigo from grey[01:01.529]Telling indigo from grey[01:08.407]Scattered rays of light[01:12.311]on dust grains in the air[01:18.829]All berries in the tree[01:22.951]earn a steady flare[01:28.604]Among the mirrors of the scene[01:32.257]Some appear frail and incomplete[01:37.971]In a vast field of bales she runs[01:44.764]From the deepest valley past the sun[01:50.118]Opening up the vault to[01:53.353]find spinning tops in play[02:00.276]Embedded nested yarn[02:04.226]diverting from the gates[02:10.093]But once the faint elusive[02:12.270]moans evaporate in the morning light[02:19.941]All deserted yearnings come to life[02:26.552]Surface from the dark to realize[02:31.005]How in a vast field she runs[02:36.922]From the deepest valley past the sun[02:44.824]All this time witness to the changing tides[02:55.344]All the while finding ways[03:02.024]how to make sense of all the lights[03:05.727]To shape the winds to shape the currents[03:12.534]And the rigid hives we're living in[03:16.577]All this time witness to the changing tides[03:28.854][04:29.662]Idle as a wave moving out at sea[04:40.117]Cruising without sound[04:44.013]molding what's to be[04:50.315]Serene between the trails[04:54.191]Serene with the time and ink of a ghost