[00:00.000] 作词 : Chris Thile[00:01.000] 作曲 : Chris Thile[00:10.165]Lead me to some holy place[00:18.077]Then shut my eyes that I might taste[00:27.211]Your land, your sky, your sea[00:36.033]I'll sing you what I see, Lord[00:40.413]I'll sing you what I see[01:00.027]And when we're in that holy place[01:07.977]Plug up my ears that I might taste[01:17.060]Our days, our months, our years[01:25.840]And I'll dance you what I hear, Lord[01:30.222]I'll dance you what I hear[01:51.020]It's the prayer of a species at war[01:58.061]With itself since the day it was born[02:21.403]O Dionysus[02:24.801]Come and wash our minds[02:29.101]Clean of wants and wishes[02:33.550]That keep us so damn far behind the eight ball[02:38.416]Always set to fight or fly[02:42.577]I fly to the pleasures of your table every night[02:45.824]Trying to make light of the battle with a buddy and a bottle of the blood of Dionysus[02:53.472]Come and stain our teeth[02:57.416]With your purple kisses[03:02.107]And help us find our way beneath the surface[03:07.055]Of each other's ingrown lives[03:10.821]Then meet me at the cellar door[03:21.584]Where the heirs of Dionysus pour[03:30.850]The soul of time and space[03:39.476]And we'll play them what we taste, Lord[03:44.047]Let's play them what we taste