Towards the evening star歌词
Flobots - By the Time You Get This Message...
lrc by Jermen
By the time you get this message
I will be behind the wheel
Watchin' dotted yellow hexagrams
Stretch into the dark
Left hand surfin' on iced tinged winds
Chewin' up a cardboard box
Singin' at lung top, one stop
Left 'til I meet you in the concourse
St. Louie, encore, do we have a shot?
Caught, no dwellin' on the thought
What the hell we haven't got
So I'm headed from the dot to the spot
Where your plane touches down
For a six hour layover
Don't say a word, I found it on the map
Calculated it just a half a day to get from
Where you're not to where you will be
My hair is filthy, I'm drinkin' coffee
I can barely feel the trace
From the only time you kissed me on the face
Question mark, space
I know you're with me underneath the star-scape