Rag N Bone 歌词

I trudge along the cobble streets I rolled my ankle and bruised my feet And dragged with me these broken things This springtime air is soft and sweetFalls on My head so heavily From the window sounds of revelry Roll off my aching spine And I pick the fat right off the man Sift through his stress and cut my hand On the blade side edge of the dusty fan Rag n Bone It's a call to those inside their homes Who wish away All the weight and disarray Jagged stones As they talk to me I walk alone And ring my bell Ring it loud and ring it well A man stands out his own front door His wife peeks out the second floor And empties every single drawer Atop his sinking head What once was sweet will soon go stale Not even love always prevails But I exist to my avail Rag n Bone It's a call to those inside their homes Who wish away All the weight and disarray Jagged stones As they talk to me I walk alone And ring my bell Ring it loud and ring it well