[00:00.00] 作词 : Stephen Wilkinson[00:13.65]To see within is to feel without a light[00:18.30]Who'd have thought that we'd break the things we like?[00:22.62]To find a stone just to bounce across the pond[00:26.91]Is the path it makes, that's a clue to other songs[00:30.12]Her hair curls in the damp of the night[00:37.02]The scent recalls like a photograph with life[00:38.97]Her hair, it curls in the depth of the night[00:44.79]The scent recalls like a photograph with life[01:51.48]To live without is to live under a spell[01:57.27]Who'd have thought that we'd turn our home to hell?[02:00.36]To find a bone and to float it down the stream[02:04.74]It's the path it takes that's a clue to many greens[02:07.56]Her hair curls in the damp of the night[02:13.65]The scent recalls like a photograph with life[02:15.03]Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights[02:24.24]Records the air like a memory of night[02:25.08]Her hair curls in the damp of the night[02:31.44]The scent recalls like a photograph with life[02:32.76]Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights[02:33.69]Records the air like a memory of night