[00:00.00] 作词 : Joel Baker
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Joel Baker/Alex Ferguson
[00:00.00] Christmas Eve blistered feet
[00:11.43]Weight on my hard shoulders
[00:13.14]Walking on the side of a foreign motorway
[00:16.05]Greeted with signs saying closed again
[00:18.72]Thinking, if he knows my pain, where’d He go?
[00:21.87]It takes time to repair the toes of feet
[00:24.33]Walked in faith too small for too long
[00:27.45]Low battery mode, torch light glows, on roadkill
[00:31.62]As I lemon squeeze the blurry dreams I’m owed still
[00:35.85]And in my negotiations with life I always add on extra for virtues like oat milk
[00:41.94]I’m alone still, Rattling at the grief and a locked gate
[00:46.38]Thunder crashes like a dropped plate
[00:49.11]Hands become ghosts in front of my blotched face, it must have got late
[00:53.52]So I stop straight and realise I can’t go the back the way that I came
[00:58.35]And my oat cracker crumbs disappeared in the wind
[01:01.08]And everything I know is gone
[01:03.63]And My childish sobs become holy songs
[01:06.54]Caught inside a choir of tears, as the electric storm’s fire appears
[01:11.88]Falling on high from light years away
[01:14.82]I hideaway but still he sees me
[01:17.64]Still he sees me and greets me into great halls with marble floors
[01:22.59]As I’m wading in mirrors of rainfall
[01:24.99]And shaking God like a magic 8 ball, only to find he was never in there at all
[01:34.98]Heaven resides in the last place I’d look
[01:38.04]The last place I’d deem worthy
[01:39.93]The last place I’d ever love
[01:43.14]The temple is torn the captive is free
[01:46.50]I find refuge in he who finds home in me
[02:04.59]Something in the starry black
[02:08.19]Arrests me like cardiac
[02:11.64]The flood ruined the wallpaper
[02:15.24]But underneath were artefacts, all along
[02:19.11]Guess I must’ve fallen wrong
[02:21.60]I’m everything I love and fear, all in one
[02:26.52]What should I focus on
[02:28.83]When everything I know is gone
[02:33.51]Drowning in the Icelandic
[02:36.63]Your clone except I’m right handed
[02:40.17]I still remember when dad told me
[02:43.74]The metaphor in the sky landed
[02:47.82]I never got to say goodbye
[02:51.42]A byproduct of by standing
[02:55.23]I just hope you find family
[02:58.83]I just hope your flight landed