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 I would find her
Flannel and satin, my four walls transformed.
But she's looking at me, straight to center,
No room at all for any thought.

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

In the terminal sleeps on my shoulder,
Hair forward, mouth all askew.
Fluorescent announcements beat their wings overhead:
\"Passengers missing, we're looking for you.\"
And she through the noise, her weight against me,
Face pressed into the corduroy 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 coffee, sugar?
Who are you, echoing street signs?
Who are you, the stranger in the shell of a lover,
Dark drawn by the passage of time?

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