作曲:小镇表妹
作词:小镇表妹
A lonely radio wakes in the brick row house
I keep a blue guitar pick folded in my coat
The Sunday wind writes a line across the window
Like one more promise running out of road
You left no answer underneath the door
No looking back and no rehearsed confession
I give my quiet to the last departing train
And watch it disappear toward the road beyond the wall
If memory could change its reservation
I would take a route that missed your name
But every time the night returns to the brick row house
The old coordinates begin to glow
Let the Sunday wind finish what we could not say
Not every leaving needs another reason
Not every silence means the love was wasted
I will stop before the road beyond the wall
Gather every broken piece I carried
Wait until my heartbeat meets the daylight
Wall of Sunday Light will find another way
New voices fill the corners of the brick row house
I set a blue guitar pick down where it belongs
The Sunday wind fades beyond the city limits
A stranger hums a half-remembered song
Courage is not learning how to lose you
It is knowing when the story has to close
I choose the road that does not ask me back
Without measuring what either of us owes
Let the Sunday wind finish what we could not say
Not every leaving needs another reason
Not every silence means the love was wasted
I will stop before the road beyond the wall
Gather every broken piece I carried
Wait until my heartbeat meets the daylight
Wall of Sunday Light will find another way