作词 : Helen Dixon/Christie Gardner

作曲 : Helen Dixon/Christie Gardner

Somedays

It feels like I’m made to help out

Like my cells are useful

To how this works out

I’m seeing again

All these curving patterns

Of care and yearning

Like the rings of Saturn

But all of a sudden

Like a hand that pulls my ankle through a drain

I feel a stirring

Where all words are false and touch is only good for pain

It only feels like I’m flying

When I dart my way out of the smoke

From the back of a rubbish truck

On the brink of throwing up the city chokes

And I lift up my hand

To my forehead soak the sweat with my sleeve

When I say with my face red

Yeah I look beautiful to me

But cutting a corner

Stands a pile up from the blindness of the rain

And I feel a stirring

Where all words are false and touch is only good for pain