第41章 谁的心在跳

有察觉。

车内似乎还弥漫着刚刚的甜味，掺杂着低沉回转的女声：

Rode here on the bus

Now you're one of us

It was magic hour

Counting motorbikes on the turnpike

One of Eisenhower's

Live your life on a merry go round

Who starts a fire just to let it go out?

If I saw you on the street

Would I have you in my dreams tonight…

On the lead guitar

Said you'd go to work

In the waking hour

In fluorescent light

Antisocialists watch a wilting flower

Live your life on a merry go round

Who builds a wall just to let it fall down?

If I saw you on the street

Would I have you in my dreams tonight?

…Don't sit by the phone for me

Wait at home for me all alone for me

Your face was supposed to be hanging over me like a rosary

So morose for me seeing ghosts of me writing oaths to me

Is it so naive to wonder…?