歌曲:Saint Simon

乐队:The Shins



RLC mady by : 鬼斗鬼云 



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'm trying hard not to pretend

allow myself no mock defense

As I step into the night



Since I dont 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 everytime one's wiped out



I'm trying hard not to give in

Battened down to fair 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 

nothing else is love



I'll try hard not to give in

Battened 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