[00:00.000] 作词 : Kurosky[00:17.608] The room wallpapered with pages of your letters that you once sent[00:24.260] Who wrestled with their bodies that wash like untamed rivers against your shore[00:30.894] And armies wait in their secret places[00:37.484] That gently twist around your bed[00:44.440] The South will be spared[00:47.386] Bullets flying fast from her eyes[00:51.075] With Confederate fire[01:08.100] We etch our names in candles, they're heart-shaped and they flicker inside our chests[01:14.889] And ghosts of our brethren speak tales which are hidden, much like ours[01:20.765] Of brothers fighting, of holy fields[01:27.783] Where their new loves come and their old loves go[01:34.437] And they just wilt[01:37.767] Like Spanish moss with dew in their eyes[01:41.871] Tears for our Lord[01:45.056] And for the ones he spares[01:48.643] When they've lost their way it's o-o-off with their heads[01:53.867] And the whores he loves[01:56.369] And the lepers he claims that he can cure[01:59.700] Can not compete[02:03.318] With those humid summer days that we would share