Học Tiếng Anh Qua Bài Hát Có Phụ Đề: Recessional

\"It's so beautiful here,\" she says,
\"This moment now and this moment, now.\"
And I never thought I find her here:
Flannel and satin, my walls transformed.
But she's looking at me, straight to center,
No room at all for any other thought.

And I know I don't want this, I swear I don't want this.
There's a reason to want this but I forgot.

In the terminal she sleeps on my shoulder,
Hair falling forward, mouth all askew.
Fluorescent beat their wings overhead:
\"Passengers missing, we're looking for you.\"
And she dreams through the noise, her weight against me,
Face pressed into the grooves.

Maybe it means nothing, maybe it means nothing,
Maybe it means nothing, but afraid to move.

And the words: they're everything and nothing.
I want to search for her in the offhand remarks.
Who are you, taking no sugar?
Who are echoing street signs?
Who are you, the stranger in the shell of a lover,
Dark curtains drawn by the of time?

Oh, words, like rain, how sweet the sound.
\"Well anyway,\" she says, \"I'll see you around...\"