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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:18.91]What would walter do if he'd run into you
[00:29.32]Laying down among the blades of grass
[00:39.77]He'd turn the pages slow as histories of snow
[00:50.05]Speaking like each word would be his last
[01:21.21]So I give you a ring made of fiddle string
[01:31.61]And I can hear the trumpets from the hills
[01:42.35]The words I love the best are the words that you undress
[01:52.64]As flowers crowd the open windowsills
[02:03.17]Everything depends on a grove where the river bends
[02:13.66]Where I imagine waking up with you
[02:24.04]With you and I alive in 1855
[02:34.29]Today the skies are colorblind and blue
[03:26.70]The lighthouse keeper cheered the old man and his beard
[03:36.28]But he swallowed up the last of all our gin
[03:47.29]He stumbled home alone to the shipwrecks and the storm
[03:58.01]Wishing he was where your voice had been
[04:08.44]Everything depends on the time when the money ends
[04:18.83]When we ain't got a penny or a clue
[04:29.31]With you and I alive in 1855
[04:39.56]Today the skies are colorblind and blue
[04:50.17]Everything depends on the way that you move your hands
[05:00.58]And draw the curtains wide to see the view
[05:10.88]With you and I alive in 1855
[05:21.20]Today the skies are colorblind and blue
