Testo di Threshing Machine

We took a picture together We held the camera in front of us Your arm was cutting right into the frame Your smile was for both of us Something about the way we looked that day Caught in the act of trying to look away From the sight of our hands caught in this threshing machine Do you feel like you've seen anything, Ever, at all? We took a walk on the dykes And walked by the proscenium arches Paused at the mouth of a rabbit hole Stared down and wondered how far did it go Something about the way we talked that day Caught in the act of trying to look away From the sight of our hands caught in this threshing machine Do you feel like you've felt anything, Ever, at all? Try to imagine us in a house Try to imagine us in a car Try to imagine us staying alive And not just hiding away in this bar Something about the way you looked today Caught in the act of trying to look away From the sight of your hands caught in this threshing machine Do you feel like you've done anything, Ever, at all? Do you feel like you've said anything, Ever, at all?