Saint Simon (Album)-The Shins
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TXT Saint Simon (Album)-The Shins 文本歌词
After all these implements
And text designed by intellects
So vexed to find evidently
There's just so much that hides
And though the saints dub us divine
In ancient fading lines
Their sentiment is just as hard to
Pluck from the vine
I'll try hard not to pretend
Allow myself no mock defense
As I step into the night
Since I don't have the time nor
Mind to figure out
The nursery rhymes that helped us out in
Making sense of our lives
The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me
I value them but I won't cry
Every time one's wiped out
I'll try hard not to give in
Batten down to fare the wind
Rid my head of this pretense
Allow myself no mock defense
As I step into the night
Mercy's eyes are blue
When she places them in front of you
Nothing holds a roman candle to
The solemn warmth you feel inside
There's no measuring of it
As nothing else is love
I'll try hard not to give in
Batten down to fare the wind
Rid my head of this pretense
Allow myself no mock defense
As I step into the night
Mercy's eyes are blue
When she places them in front of you
Nothing really holds a candle to
The solemn warmth you feel inside of you
