Arthur Beatrice
作詞：Arthur Beatrice 作曲：Arthur Beatrice
Of all the pieces we were leaning for
The middle of a life is one we know no more
We need to know no more
And I am the stone that you were shaping out
Carving up bone to form a face so proud
From the inside round
Holding reason, nothing I can say seems right
Hollow feeling, hidden any last respite
New weight leaning, you're never gonna get this right
A hand on womb in a white so clean
A national gesture for the bride in me
Or for the child beneath
I'll merge with plaster in a nursery wall
Redeeming the features as a family fall
Believe the warning call
Holding reason, nothing I can say seems right
Hollow feeling, hidden any last respite
New weight leaning, you're never gonna get this right
Holding reason, nothing I can say seems right
Hollow feeling, hidden any last respite
New weight leaning, you're never gonna get this right
Although I'd feel it nothing to
Be eating every part of you
Oh if I'd known I'd feel such remorse
Would be trading an outlook for yours
All that I say and what I do
Will never be enough for you
Oh I could be someone adored
Could be draining the red from your pores
Holding reason, nothing I can say seems right
Hollow feeling, hidden any last respite
New weight leaning, you're never gonna get this right
Holding reason, nothing I can say seems right
Hollow feeling, hidden any last respite
New weight leaning, you're never gonna get this right