歌词
To the untrained ear
It's hard to hear, but
Everything's becoming clearer for me
And what I wanted to be
Underneath that snow
Our chicken wire
It'll hopefully grow into a fire
Where letters burn
But we memorized the content already
And those lessons are learned
Now the storm's rattling all the windows
"Where the Red Fern Grows" is open
On the kitchen table
Strange-ish angles hover around your head
And swirl around your post at the end of
You're gonna crash into the wall
Can you feel them crawling?
Somewhere that your eyes can't go
They're fragile as a paper crane
