Ladyfingers 撥著舊木吉他

凌晨兩點(diǎn)，雨把霓虹泡成茶

Lo-fi 鼓點(diǎn)像心跳漏拍

你留在琴鍵上的指紋還沒被擦

煙囪哼著走音的薩克斯風(fēng)

我把沒寄出的信折成紙飛機(jī)

飛過屋頂，飛過褪色廣告墻

最后降落在，你睫毛下的淚光

Ladyfingers tapping on my windowpane,

moonlight drips like honey on the sill.

Trumpets bloom where your smile should be,

every note a soft tortilla of twilight.

Come, spin the night like a maraca of stars,

let your cinnamon laughter fall across my sky;

I’ll keep this tune tucked beneath my tongue

until the desert itself begins to sing.