I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
作词 : Emily Dickinson
作曲 : Andrew Bird
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
And Mourners to and fro
Treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through
And when they all were seated
A Service, like a Drum
Beating beating till I thought
My mind was going numb
My mind was growing
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again
Then Space-Space began to toll
As all the Heavens were a Bell
And Being, but an Ear
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here
And then a Plank in Reason, broke
And I dropped down, and down
And hit a World, at every plunge
And Finished knowing - then
And Finished knowing
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again
Then Space-Space began to toll
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
And Mourners to and fro
Treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through
I felt a Funeral, in my BrainLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Emily Dickinson
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Andrew Bird
[00:22.214]I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
[00:28.873]And Mourners to and fro
[00:35.517]Treading - treading - till it seemed
[00:42.432]That Sense was breaking through
[00:49.048]And when they all were seated
[00:55.709]A Service, like a Drum
[01:02.133]Beating beating till I thought
[01:08.535]My mind was going numb
[01:15.176]My mind was growing
[01:18.377]And then I heard them lift a Box
[01:25.009]And creak across my Soul
[01:29.465]With those same Boots of Lead, again
[01:34.510]Then Space-Space began to toll
[02:11.156]As all the Heavens were a Bell
[02:17.745]And Being, but an Ear
[02:24.388]And I, and Silence, some strange Race
[02:31.034]Wrecked, solitary, here
[02:37.670]And then a Plank in Reason, broke
[02:44.045]And I dropped down, and down
[02:50.628]And hit a World, at every plunge
[02:57.208]And Finished knowing - then
[03:03.314]And Finished knowing
[03:07.183]And then I heard them lift a Box
[03:14.042]And creak across my Soul
[03:18.789]With those same Boots of Lead, again
[03:23.839]Then Space-Space began to toll
[03:34.483]I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
[03:41.369]And Mourners to and fro
[03:48.810]Treading - treading - till it seemed
[03:55.456]That Sense was breaking through
