歌手:Regina Spektor
歌詞出處: http://www.20238.cn
The man of a thousand faces Sits down at the table Eats a small lump of sugar And smiles at the moon like he knows her He begins his quiet ascension Without anyones steady instruction To a place of no religion Hes found a path to her likeness His words are quiet like stains are On a tablecloth washed in a river Stains that are trying to cover For each other Or at least blend in with the pattern Good is better than perfect Scrub till your fingers are bleeding And I?m crying for things I tell others to do without crying He used to go to his favorite bookstores And rip out his favorite pages And stuff em into his breast pockets The moon, to him, was a stranger And now he sits down at a table Without anyones steady instruction Begins his quiet ascension To a place of no religion Hes found a path to her likeness He eats a small lump of sugar Smiles at the moon like he knows her
