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Homecomings

歌手(原记录)
Homecomings
The orange light reflected by the raindrops out of reach of the wipers Looks like twinkling illumination in a dark room Music from the stereo is Right the kind you would expect for such scene Red lamps and the slow slope in front of my eyes Make me feel tired rather than sappy I am surprisingly sober Yesterday morning I left half of the butter sandwich on the table and went out A clever but tricky way to cover the pent on the white wall The time is getting flutter and further away I have, somehow, Been thinking about us, thoroughly The laundry has piled up in the washing machine She may go to the launder later That white room with little stuff in Is covered with laundry still warm Maybe she's reading that old novel I left there Careful not to remove the bookmark I put in And if failed to finish it tonight Maybe she's never going to open it again Just like an unfinished script In which the characters, Instead of living on till infinity Are frozen in the world made of watermelon candy Realizing that the cars behind me are getting closer I stopped wondering and focused back on the road Sipped some cold coffee and Decided to get a warm drink Looking at the shop signs The laundry has piled up in the washing machine She may go to the launder later That white room with little stuff in Is covered with laundry still warm Maybe she's reading that old novel I left there Careful not to remove the bookmark I put in And if failed to finish it tonight Maybe she's never going to open it again Just like an unfinished script In which the characters, Instead of living on till infinity Are frozen in the world made of watermelon candy The laundry has piled up in the washing machine She may go to the launder later That white room with little stuff in Is covered with laundry still warm Maybe she's reading that old novel I left there Careful not to remove the bookmark I put in And if failed to finish it tonight Maybe she's never going to open it again Just like an unfinished script In which the characters, Instead of living on till infinity Are frozen in the world made of watermelon candy