[00:10.000] 时间轴矫正 by Fish
[00:11.076]Carry a torch for me Christina
[00:16.027]My life’s gone face down in the dirt
[00:21.095]I’ve started mixing medications
[00:26.096]And now i question my self worth
[00:31.314]I don’t need to be some kind of genius
[00:36.465]I don't have 10,000 hours of time
[00:41.634]Nothing’s as random as the gift of life
[00:45.952]I hope I’m not wasting mine
[00:50.003]
[00:59.406]I read through St. Augustine's confessions
[01:04.423]I read Thomas Merton and Thich Nhat Hanh
[01:09.541]I gathered the Seeds of Contemplation
[01:14.775]And fed the birds in my backyard
[01:19.844]Hawk takes a sparrow from the feeder
[01:24.778]Sparrow takes the berry from the vine
[01:30.129]Nothing feels as random as the gift of life
[01:37.657]I hope I’m not wasting mine
[01:41.442]
[01:45.860]Won’t you call me if you have the time
[01:48.894]Actually, please call me
[01:50.761]I’m at the edges of my mind again
[01:53.945]
[01:58.279]Home office piled high with paper
[02:03.364]A week old empty cup of tea
[02:08.949]Art postcards pinned into the drywall
[02:13.667]Life in the color of Paul Klee
[02:18.718]Ai Weiwei dropping the han dynasty
[02:23.720]I can’t tell if I should laugh or cry
[02:28.872]Nothing feels as random as the gift of life
[02:33.605]I hope I’m not wasting mine
[02:36.489]
[02:41.707]Now my kids run circles through the kitchen
[02:46.775]I pour a second glass of wine
[02:51.927]Nothing feels as random as the love of God
[02:56.378]I hope I’m not wasting mine
[02:59.512]
[03:02.179]Nothing feels as random as the gift of life
[03:06.647]I hope I’m not wasting mine

时间轴矫正 by Fish
Carry a torch for me Christina
My life’s gone face down in the dirt
I’ve started mixing medications
And now i question my self worth
I don’t need to be some kind of genius
I don't have 10,000 hours of time
Nothing’s as random as the gift of life
I hope I’m not wasting mine
I read through St. Augustine's confessions
I read Thomas Merton and Thich Nhat Hanh
I gathered the Seeds of Contemplation
And fed the birds in my backyard
Hawk takes a sparrow from the feeder
Sparrow takes the berry from the vine
Nothing feels as random as the gift of life
I hope I’m not wasting mine
Won’t you call me if you have the time
Actually, please call me
I’m at the edges of my mind again
Home office piled high with paper
A week old empty cup of tea
Art postcards pinned into the drywall
Life in the color of Paul Klee
Ai Weiwei dropping the han dynasty
I can’t tell if I should laugh or cry
Nothing feels as random as the gift of life
I hope I’m not wasting mine
Now my kids run circles through the kitchen
I pour a second glass of wine
Nothing feels as random as the love of God
I hope I’m not wasting mine
Nothing feels as random as the gift of life
I hope I’m not wasting mine