[00:00.00] 作词 : Marika Hackman[00:01.00] 作曲 : Marika Hackman[00:11.10]If we were all born with a pylon between our eyes[00:26.31]Would we notice the grass[00:33.68]Through metal bars and siren cries?[00:41.11]I'm running on highways and dust[00:48.88]I've never been home but I know I must[00:57.44]If I am a mouth that bit the hand that gave me life[01:14.31]Then I'll kiss a chord[01:22.02]Suck from melody, my fertile wife[01:29.82]I'm having some trouble thinking straight[01:37.67]To put it in words[01:41.53]I hate to put it in words[01:50.10]To long for the lark, a fickle wish, a fleeting wing[02:22.94]But she won't be caught[02:29.38]Tethered down, and forced to sing[02:36.86]I'm having some trouble seeing clear[02:44.86]I'll never get home I fear[02:52.89]And I must be left, for a little while, to walk my road[03:11.72]The ways back are shut now[03:17.86]And I'll be left to tread alone[03:25.88]I want to go home[03:30.42]