Ours 歌词

Ours are homes we never chose, Far from anyone we know. Taps with every faucet on. Lamps that light an empty lawn. So we took what we inherited And we dug a hole to bury it - All our property and marriages. All we wanted was a narrative That was all ours. Ours are hours that never rest Carved from countless heavy steps. Stairs with every stringer worn. Wind where they have wound before. So we threw away the atlases, All the heavy ones they handed us. They called us everything but savages, But we found a couple of passages That were all ours So we spoke in lower registers Than the merchants and the ministers. We were little more than whisperers But we found a couple of listeners. They were all ours.