積分
演出藝人
Dustin Welch
演出者
詞曲
Cary Ann Hearst
詞曲創作
Dustin Welch
詞曲創作
歌詞
Sitting in a terminal every day
Watching the planes land and fly away
I bring home magazines you'll never read
These answers were recycled from the day before
Cause I wrote you letters till my hands were sore
I wrote one to you the day you let me leave
Because the fires came down on the Dresden snow
And it disappeared in the oily smoke
At a loss for words, at a loss for hope
My tattooed hands read 'yes' and 'no'
Frantically writing what I want to say
As I ran out of room on my last blank page
An explanation for all the time it took
For a boy who came around your families place
To lose every word that he knew to say
I was kissing your sister behind your fathers books
Because the fires came down on the Dresden snow
And it disappeared in the oily smoke
At a loss for words, at a loss for hope
My tattooed hands read 'yes' and 'no'
Written by: Cary Ann Hearst, Dustin Welch
