Etcetera Whatever歌词

作词 : Detweiler
Don't speak.
Words come out your eyes.
You're wet with this nightmare.
Like thorns you hold these secrets to your breast,
Your slender fingers closing into fists.
The wind blows through the trees,
Trace your bruise
Like a guilty streak.
Hold the pain.
You're a connoisseur.
You think you have no other gift to give,
But we have so much left to live.
No hand writing on the wall:
We don't need a lot of money.
We'll be sleeping on the beach,
Keeping oceans within reach.
(Whatever private oceans we can conjure up for free.)
I will stumble there with you
And you'll be laughing close with me,
Trying not to make a scene
Etcetera. Whatever. I guess all I really mean
Inside, outside, feel new skin.
Is we're gonna be alright.
Yeah, we're gonna be alright.
You can close your eyes tonight,
Cause we're gonna be alright.
It's not as if it's a matter of will.
So come on now,
I can almost see
That place
On a distant shore.
And courage is a weapon we must use
To find some life you can't refuse.
Like tomorrow's martyr.
We don't need a lot of money.
We'll be sleeping on the beach,
Keeping oceans within reach.
(Whatever private oceans we can conjure up for free.)
I will stumble there with you
And you'll be laughing close with me,
Trying not to make a scene
Etcetera. Whatever. I guess all I really mean
Taste the words on the tip of my tongue.
Is we're gonna be alright.
Yeah, we're gonna be alright.
You can close your eyes tonight,
Cause we're gonna be alright.
All that I can see is your eyes.
Close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
All I need is all I need.