作词 : STEVENS, SUFJAN
Arnica might
take out the throes that I threw in my head
Bruno, your wife
shakes the bedclothes as she makes up your bed
I'm tired of life
I'm tired of waiting for someone
I'm tired of prices
I'm tired of waiting for something
I'm tired of waiting for something
I have a right
to know what's in store, to know what should be said
Could I have it all
Could I have you for a night in the warmth of your bed?
I'm tired of life
I'm tired of waiting for someone
I'm tired of prices
I'm tired of waiting for something
I'm tired of life...
Oh, be patient with me
for the night weighs on my chest with a terrible storm
Though we may disagree
on how things should be done, on how crisis is born
Don't consider it done
wait until Leviathan lovingly creeps in your sill for he
waits in the dark brooding, magically, mustering paperback feelings
No, I'm not afraid
of death, or strife, or injury, accidents, they are my friends