[00:00.000] 作词 : TianWei
[00:00.000] 作曲 : TianWei
[00:00.000] 编曲 : TianWei
[00:00.000]Your sweater still hums in the closet's throat,
[00:05.481]Static on the screen where your laugh rewrote
[00:09.948]Every mundane script of my days.
[00:14.096]I find your snowflakes trapped in photo frames—
[00:19.529]A polaroid eclipse, a half-sung name,
[00:25.227]And the perfume you left in August rains.
[00:32.697]The moon dials your old number every night,
[00:37.254]Voicemail swallows light, rewinds your breath—
[00:41.894]A symphony of "I’ll be home by ten",
[00:46.417]But the orchestra drowned in your Chevrolet’s last bend.
[00:54.230]Oh, I’m dancing with ghosts in the gramophone,
[00:59.319]Your shadow waltzes through our crackling throne.
[01:04.409]The calendar’s stuck on that frostbit June,
[01:08.949]Where you kissed death wearing my borrowed tune.
[01:14.993]Now every stoplight bleeds your silhouette,
[01:19.055]Gas stations preach your voice through static threats—
[01:23.431]I’m a museum of almosts, almost moved on,
[01:28.916]But your heartbeat’s encore plays til dawn.
[01:38.142]The fridge still memorizes your coffee creed,
[01:43.253]Two mugs fossilized in a silent creed.
[01:47.840]The porch swing creaks your lullabies off-key,
[01:52.219]While the stars etch your initials in Morse code debris.
[01:59.103]They say time stitches wounds with phantom thread,
[02:04.385]But I’m a clock choking on unsaid.
[02:10.615]Trapped in amber where your echo breeds,
[02:15.299]I water dead roses with gasoline seeds.
[02:22.381]Seasons pivot but my feet stay glued
[02:27.629]To the driveway where your twilight bled blue.
[02:33.227]Oh, I’m dancing with ghosts in the gramophone,
[02:38.139]Your shadow pirouettes in our fractured zone.
[02:43.120]The jukebox eats quarters to spit out lies—
[02:47.804]Your favorite hymn warped through funeral pyres.
[02:53.092]I wear your absence like a wedding veil,
[02:57.809]Chasing taillights down memory’s frail trail—
[03:02.517]I’m a requiem dressed in daylight’s disguise,
[03:07.943]Still duetting your silence in lullaby lies.
[03:17.285]The graveyard shift hums your lullaby,
[03:21.803]Dust choreographs where your footsteps died.
[03:26.226]I’ll keep this vinyl spinning in reverse,
[03:31.141]Till the needle resurrects our universe—
[03:35.314]A duet with echoes, forever half-sung,
[03:40.640]In the key of gone, where forever’s unsprung.
[03:46.796]MBM THX

作词 : TianWei
作曲 : TianWei
编曲 : TianWei
Your sweater still hums in the closet's throat,
Static on the screen where your laugh rewrote
Every mundane script of my days.
I find your snowflakes trapped in photo frames—
A polaroid eclipse, a half-sung name,
And the perfume you left in August rains.
The moon dials your old number every night,
Voicemail swallows light, rewinds your breath—
A symphony of "I’ll be home by ten",
But the orchestra drowned in your Chevrolet’s last bend.
Oh, I’m dancing with ghosts in the gramophone,
Your shadow waltzes through our crackling throne.
The calendar’s stuck on that frostbit June,
Where you kissed death wearing my borrowed tune.
Now every stoplight bleeds your silhouette,
Gas stations preach your voice through static threats—
I’m a museum of almosts, almost moved on,
But your heartbeat’s encore plays til dawn.
The fridge still memorizes your coffee creed,
Two mugs fossilized in a silent creed.
The porch swing creaks your lullabies off-key,
While the stars etch your initials in Morse code debris.
They say time stitches wounds with phantom thread,
But I’m a clock choking on unsaid.
Trapped in amber where your echo breeds,
I water dead roses with gasoline seeds.
Seasons pivot but my feet stay glued
To the driveway where your twilight bled blue.
Oh, I’m dancing with ghosts in the gramophone,
Your shadow pirouettes in our fractured zone.
The jukebox eats quarters to spit out lies—
Your favorite hymn warped through funeral pyres.
I wear your absence like a wedding veil,
Chasing taillights down memory’s frail trail—
I’m a requiem dressed in daylight’s disguise,
Still duetting your silence in lullaby lies.
The graveyard shift hums your lullaby,
Dust choreographs where your footsteps died.
I’ll keep this vinyl spinning in reverse,
Till the needle resurrects our universe—
A duet with echoes, forever half-sung,
In the key of gone, where forever’s unsprung.
MBM THX