BUTTERSAND
The orange light reflected by the raindrops out of reach of the wipers
Looks like twinkling illumination in a dark room
Music from the stereo is
Right the kind you would expect for such scene
Red lamps and the slow slope in front of my eyes
Make me feel tired rather than sappy
I am surprisingly sober
Yesterday morning I left half of the butter sandwich on the table and went out
A clever but tricky way to cover the pent on the white wall
The time is getting flutter and further away
I have, somehow,
Been thinking about us, thoroughly
The laundry has piled up in the washing machine
She may go to the launder later
That white room with little stuff in
Is covered with laundry still warm
Maybe she's reading that old novel I left there
Careful not to remove the bookmark I put in
And if failed to finish it tonight
Maybe she's never going to open it again
Just like an unfinished script
In which the characters, Instead of living on till infinity
Are frozen in the world made of watermelon candy
Realizing that the cars behind me are getting closer
I stopped wondering and focused back on the road
Sipped some cold coffee and
Decided to get a warm drink
Looking at the shop signs
The laundry has piled up in the washing machine
She may go to the launder later
That white room with little stuff in
Is covered with laundry still warm
Maybe she's reading that old novel I left there
Careful not to remove the bookmark I put in
And if failed to finish it tonight
Maybe she's never going to open it again
Just like an unfinished script
In which the characters, Instead of living on till infinity
Are frozen in the world made of watermelon candy
The laundry has piled up in the washing machine
She may go to the launder later
That white room with little stuff in
Is covered with laundry still warm
Maybe she's reading that old novel I left there
Careful not to remove the bookmark I put in
And if failed to finish it tonight
Maybe she's never going to open it again
Just like an unfinished script
In which the characters, Instead of living on till infinity
Are frozen in the world made of watermelon candy
BUTTERSANDLRC歌词
[00:36.000]The orange light reflected by the raindrops out of reach of the wipers
[00:40.000]Looks like twinkling illumination in a dark room
[00:43.000]Music from the stereo is
[00:45.000]Right the kind you would expect for such scene
[00:47.000]Red lamps and the slow slope in front of my eyes
[00:50.000]Make me feel tired rather than sappy
[00:52.000]I am surprisingly sober
[01:13.000]Yesterday morning I left half of the butter sandwich on the table and went out
[01:19.000]A clever but tricky way to cover the pent on the white wall
[01:24.000]The time is getting flutter and further away
[01:28.000]I have, somehow,
[01:29.000]Been thinking about us, thoroughly
[01:31.000]The laundry has piled up in the washing machine
[01:35.000]She may go to the launder later
[01:38.000]That white room with little stuff in
[01:41.000]Is covered with laundry still warm
[01:43.000]Maybe she's reading that old novel I left there
[01:47.000]Careful not to remove the bookmark I put in
[01:50.000]And if failed to finish it tonight
[01:53.000]Maybe she's never going to open it again
[01:57.000]Just like an unfinished script
[01:59.000]In which the characters, Instead of living on till infinity
[02:03.000]Are frozen in the world made of watermelon candy
[02:08.000]Realizing that the cars behind me are getting closer
[02:13.000]I stopped wondering and focused back on the road
[02:18.000]Sipped some cold coffee and
[02:21.000]Decided to get a warm drink
[02:24.000]Looking at the shop signs
[02:26.000]The laundry has piled up in the washing machine
[02:30.000]She may go to the launder later
[02:34.000]That white room with little stuff in
[02:35.000]Is covered with laundry still warm
[02:37.000]Maybe she's reading that old novel I left there
[02:42.000]Careful not to remove the bookmark I put in
[02:45.000]And if failed to finish it tonight
[02:48.000]Maybe she's never going to open it again
[02:51.000]Just like an unfinished script
[02:53.000]In which the characters, Instead of living on till infinity
[02:58.000]Are frozen in the world made of watermelon candy
[03:30.000]The laundry has piled up in the washing machine
[03:34.000]She may go to the launder later
[03:37.000]That white room with little stuff in
[03:40.000]Is covered with laundry still warm
[03:42.000]Maybe she's reading that old novel I left there
[03:46.000]Careful not to remove the bookmark I put in
[03:48.000]And if failed to finish it tonight
[03:52.000]Maybe she's never going to open it again
[03:55.000]Just like an unfinished script
[03:58.000]In which the characters, Instead of living on till infinity
[04:02.000]Are frozen in the world made of watermelon candy
