[00:00.000] 作曲 : Jonah Yano/Claire Cottrill/Benja
[00:02.553] It's just interest after all
[00:07.531] The kind that's barbed and already inside
[00:11.451] And here we are, side by side
[00:15.620] Arm in arm, tangled in my life
[00:19.276] Till we're braided like a rope
[00:23.615] And in my car, it's a twenty minute drive
[00:27.405] So here's my hat and a clementine
[00:31.438] That's what you mean to me
[00:34.420]
[00:35.419] Well, I get sicker with your heart in mind
[00:39.256] And the moon gets dimmer, and the room gets bright
[00:47.729] If there's no rhythm to an unstoked fire
[00:51.200] When my eyes meet the window, will the world be wide?
[00:56.991]
[01:02.629] It's just interest after all
[01:07.273] The kind of moment when you know someone from very far
[01:13.379] Listen to the steps, anticipate the move they make
[01:20.468] Down the hall to the stairs
[01:24.476] Into my room
[01:26.482] Poems with fruit
[01:29.328] For me
[01:31.013] And for you
[01:34.095]
[01:35.267] And I get sicker with your heart in mind
[01:39.182] And the moon gets dimmer, and the room gets bright
[01:47.553] If there's no rhythm to an unstoked fire
[01:51.402] When my eyes meet the window, will the world be wide?

作曲 : Jonah Yano/Claire Cottrill/Benja
It's just interest after all
The kind that's barbed and already inside
And here we are, side by side
Arm in arm, tangled in my life
Till we're braided like a rope
And in my car, it's a twenty minute drive
So here's my hat and a clementine
That's what you mean to me
Well, I get sicker with your heart in mind
And the moon gets dimmer, and the room gets bright
If there's no rhythm to an unstoked fire
When my eyes meet the window, will the world be wide?
It's just interest after all
The kind of moment when you know someone from very far
Listen to the steps, anticipate the move they make
Down the hall to the stairs
Into my room
Poems with fruit
For me
And for you
And I get sicker with your heart in mind
And the moon gets dimmer, and the room gets bright
If there's no rhythm to an unstoked fire
When my eyes meet the window, will the world be wide?