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strone
歌词
Creeping ivy chokes the windowsill
A man yells chestnuts smoke against the chill
She leans on a cracked veranda rail
Smoke curling from her lips so pale
The phonograph stutters on a scratch
Every click a memory I cant catch
Worn out heels
Fading reels
Time distorts what we feel
You hear the static in the silk
The ghosts of jasmine and wasted milk
A city dreaming in a bass drop haze
Lost in these glitching yesterdays
Shanghai slips through my trembling hands
A signal nobody understands
We sway offbeat in a fractured sound
Where old world spirits still haunt the town
A rickshaw rusts in the acid rain
Her cheongsam torn but she wont complain
I see her lipstick stain a shattered cup
The needle lifts but the beat wont stop
Trap hi-hats where the tram bells used to ring
A busted speaker makes the dead queen sing
Broken strings
Bitter things
The 808 stings
You hear the static in the silk
The ghosts of jasmine and wasted milk
A city dreaming in a bass drop haze
Lost in these glitching yesterdays
Shanghai slips through my trembling hands
A signal nobody understands
We sway offbeat in a fractured sound
Where old world spirits still haunt the town
I was never meant to hold this century tight
Just a flicker in the vinyl light
But when your modern code tries to own the past
My warped piano laughs and outlasts
You hear the static in the silk
The ghosts of jasmine and wasted milk
A city dreaming in a bass drop haze
Lost in these glitching yesterdays
Shanghai slips through my trembling hands
A signal nobody understands
We sway offbeat in a fractured sound
Where old world spirits still haunt the town
Haunt the town
Just a skipping sound
We sway offbeat
Where the old ghosts meet