Mahal Kita歌詞

Mahal Kita - Emmy the Great
Lyrics by：Emmy The Great
Composed by：Emmy The Great
Produced by：Doug SchadtI am walking through the city
I am walking through the city
With my ear down to the ground
Trying to find something I lost
I'll know it by the sound
You are underneath the bridge
And all the cars are driving by
And I say stranger won't you let me come
And sit with you a while
'Cause my tiredness is luminous
It trails me like smoke
But here beneath this road
I think I've found the antidote
In those dances in formation
In those people singing songs
In the woman slicing papaya outside Louis Vuitton
You say
I know that we are stars
'Cause the moon follows me home
I know that we are stars 'cause the sun is yellow
Breathing in the noise from all the people in their cars
You teach me how to say Mahal Kita
The world has turned to Blade Runner
These buildings they have eyes
Men they stare down at us from glass towers in the skies
You tell me that your bedroom is seven foot by five
And I don't know who made the gap
But it just keeps on getting wide
And I won't be the one to say
That this world isn't fair
Let the Catholics and St Joseph tell the story in their prayers
Of how we came to fill the space
Between heaven and hell
While the hawkers sell their handbags
On the street outside Chanel
I know that we are stars
'Cause the moon follows me home
I know that we are stars 'cause the sun is yellow
Breathing in the noise from all the people in their cars
It's spilling from our lips Mahal Kita
And you are free
And nobody can tell you that you're not
Free
Mahal Kita
Mahal Kita
Mahal Kita
Mahal Kita
An old Chinese woman sells the card we're sitting on
Tonight she'll come and tidy it away when we are gone
And the streets will be quiet
And the banks will be closed
And the taxis will be lining up to take the tourists home
Tomorrow I'll keep searching for the rhythm
Of a song
That I once heard once as a child
Though the melody has long long gone
And I will think of you every time I'm here
Lit up by a Tiffany's that used to be DeBear's
While the people turns to crowds
And the crowd turns to a throng
And a woman slices papaya outside Louis Vuitton