Braille-Regina Spektor

[ti:Braille] [ar:Regina Spektor] [al:11:11] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Braille (布莱叶盲字) - Regina Spektor (蕾吉娜·史派克特) [00:24.87]She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks [00:28.94] [00:29.48]She hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god [00:32.38] [00:33.55]So she names the baby elvis [00:36.07] [00:37.46]To make up for the royalty he lacked [00:40.44] [00:41.38]And from then on it was turpentine and patches [00:44.35] [00:45.49]From then on it was cold campbell's from the can [00:48.29] [00:48.91]And they were just two jerks playing with matches [00:52.34] [00:53.49]Cause that's all they knew how to play [00:58.53] [01:16.19]And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window [01:19.51] [01:20.76]And she knew they were destined to become [01:22.77]Sacred road kill on the way [01:24.79]And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking [01:28.81]Thinking about puddles puddles and mistakes [01:32.86]Cause it's been turpentine and patches [01:35.43] [01:36.08]It's been cold cold campbell's from the can [01:39.74] [01:40.60]And they were just two jerks playing with matches [01:43.63] [01:44.52]Cause that's all they knew how to play [01:49.10] [02:02.76]That's all they knew how to play [02:05.23] [02:36.44]Elvis never could carry a tune [02:39.22] [02:40.49]She thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon [02:43.82] [02:44.53]She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin [02:48.67]Saying why don't I begin again [02:52.39]With turpentine and patches [02:55.41] [02:55.92]With cold cold campbell's from the can [02:59.46] [02:59.99]After all I'm still a jerk playing with matches [03:02.85] [03:03.86]It's just that he's not around to play along [03:06.71] [03:07.76]I'm still an a** hole playing with candles [03:10.94] [03:11.88]Blowing out wishes blowing out dreams [03:14.98] [03:15.96]Just sitting here and trying to decipher [03:18.70] [03:19.61]What's written in braille upon my skin