Elegy For Elsabet
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โฑ๏ธ 6:21 duration
๐ ID: 2877767
๐ Lyrics
So the fields are stubble, the garden's done
Where the scary scarecrow stands
Sees her holding up horizons with her hands
She's so tired of reading daddy's lips
That essay on a frown
Watch her memories of human voices drown
Let horsey bray break between the thunder boom
Make grasses' swish meet the crickets' ring
Let every sound consecrate our whispering
The words that Betta never heard
So the back lanes tie the city down
A mess of dirty string
Winter dies the same way every spring
As the sky tries on its uniform
Of turned off TV gray
And the ways we watched her watch us walk away
Let every rain clatter down at groaning streets
Make footsteps tick, talk to echoed walls
Let every sound consecrate our whispering
The words that Betta never heard
Let every wind howl and creak the creaking doors
To rooms that too much has happened in
Let every sound consecrate our whispering
The words that Betta never heard
Where the scary scarecrow stands
Sees her holding up horizons with her hands
She's so tired of reading daddy's lips
That essay on a frown
Watch her memories of human voices drown
Let horsey bray break between the thunder boom
Make grasses' swish meet the crickets' ring
Let every sound consecrate our whispering
The words that Betta never heard
So the back lanes tie the city down
A mess of dirty string
Winter dies the same way every spring
As the sky tries on its uniform
Of turned off TV gray
And the ways we watched her watch us walk away
Let every rain clatter down at groaning streets
Make footsteps tick, talk to echoed walls
Let every sound consecrate our whispering
The words that Betta never heard
Let every wind howl and creak the creaking doors
To rooms that too much has happened in
Let every sound consecrate our whispering
The words that Betta never heard
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:27.46] So the fields are stubble, the garden's done
[00:34.72] Where the scary scarecrow stands
[00:41.88] Sees her holding up horizons with her hands
[00:56.52] She's so tired of reading daddy's lips
[01:04.79] That essay on a frown
[01:11.33] Watch her memories of human voices drown
[01:24.81] Let horsey bray break between the thunder boom
[01:39.46] Make grasses' swish meet the crickets' ring
[01:53.01] Let every sound consecrate our whispering
[02:08.29] The words that Betta never heard
[02:43.65] So the back lanes tie the city down
[02:50.80] A mess of dirty string
[02:58.69] Winter dies the same way every spring
[03:11.73] As the sky tries on its uniform
[03:19.16] Of turned off TV gray
[03:25.59] And the ways we watched her watch us walk away
[03:38.59] Let every rain clatter down at groaning streets
[03:52.42] Make footsteps tick, talk to echoed walls
[04:06.42] Let every sound consecrate our whispering
[04:22.03] The words that Betta never heard
[05:20.39] Let every wind howl and creak the creaking doors
[05:34.20] To rooms that too much has happened in
[05:47.25] Let every sound consecrate our whispering
[06:02.04] The words that Betta never heard
[00:34.72] Where the scary scarecrow stands
[00:41.88] Sees her holding up horizons with her hands
[00:56.52] She's so tired of reading daddy's lips
[01:04.79] That essay on a frown
[01:11.33] Watch her memories of human voices drown
[01:24.81] Let horsey bray break between the thunder boom
[01:39.46] Make grasses' swish meet the crickets' ring
[01:53.01] Let every sound consecrate our whispering
[02:08.29] The words that Betta never heard
[02:43.65] So the back lanes tie the city down
[02:50.80] A mess of dirty string
[02:58.69] Winter dies the same way every spring
[03:11.73] As the sky tries on its uniform
[03:19.16] Of turned off TV gray
[03:25.59] And the ways we watched her watch us walk away
[03:38.59] Let every rain clatter down at groaning streets
[03:52.42] Make footsteps tick, talk to echoed walls
[04:06.42] Let every sound consecrate our whispering
[04:22.03] The words that Betta never heard
[05:20.39] Let every wind howl and creak the creaking doors
[05:34.20] To rooms that too much has happened in
[05:47.25] Let every sound consecrate our whispering
[06:02.04] The words that Betta never heard