Your Ages (2006 Remaster)

歌詞

SPOKEN: How can I explain? I need an explanation. This heat blurs the senses. We're on a . . . a bank by a river Can I take it as I was taken? Turned inside and out on the slope of grass Your face to the sky is taken, too, a . . . balanced way. The slope has a good presence, leaning over it, familiar ghosts. Your hands reach down, further down. The light makes our heads spin, and there's no sound. SUNG: Every one we know, there's a slope in the grass Lying in the sky, you settle down. SPOKEN: No one can see, no one can hear. Your blouse is uniform. I had it in mind that your blouse was blue. I had you in mind too many times to join up. I said "Don't take it! Just don't take it!" Now there's a hand waving out of the car, And I can see a polka dot dress being removed. The sun's bright enough for second sight, A glimpse of something white. It's alright, it's alright, it's . . . better than alright. The surface of the street is hot to touch, and The sky pours into everyone's head; You can't drink enough to hold it off. I love you so much. I said, "I can't . . . talk to you anymore." The surface of her skin is cool to touch. I love you so much. I love you so much. SUNG: Every one you wear is something more, Something more than you feel before. SPOKEN: The way you lean over the walk, Everyday magic points us at the sun. I could buy you anything . . . anything you could paint. I want you to visualize this: A young saint, he can work miracles Dressed in black, holding a book and a skull. Or this: falsetto. Or this: regiment. Don't quit; just leave it in the sun. See how long it takes. Dress, skin, young, history, What's that in time? In ten years everything will bleach to primer. And we'll lie in the light, Grasped by our ghosts. SUNG: Every morning stare, happy affair, All of a sudden. SPOKEN: And on the bank the grass made marks that could be seen. The hair came loose. Pin your hair up, on the grass, Closer, closer. How young? How young? Lie to me and name your ages.