[00:00.000] 作词 : Emily Dickinson[00:01.000] 作曲 : Andrew Bird[00:22.214]I felt a Funeral, in my Brain[00:28.873]And Mourners to and fro[00:35.517]Treading - treading - till it seemed[00:42.432]That Sense was breaking through[00:49.048]And when they all were seated[00:55.709]A Service, like a Drum[01:02.133]Beating beating till I thought[01:08.535]My mind was going numb[01:15.176]My mind was growing[01:18.377]And then I heard them lift a Box[01:25.009]And creak across my Soul[01:29.465]With those same Boots of Lead, again[01:34.510]Then Space-Space began to toll[02:11.156]As all the Heavens were a Bell[02:17.745]And Being, but an Ear[02:24.388]And I, and Silence, some strange Race[02:31.034]Wrecked, solitary, here[02:37.670]And then a Plank in Reason, broke[02:44.045]And I dropped down, and down[02:50.628]And hit a World, at every plunge[02:57.208]And Finished knowing - then[03:03.314]And Finished knowing[03:07.183]And then I heard them lift a Box[03:14.042]And creak across my Soul[03:18.789]With those same Boots of Lead, again[03:23.839]Then Space-Space began to toll[03:34.483]I felt a Funeral, in my Brain[03:41.369]And Mourners to and fro[03:48.810]Treading - treading - till it seemed[03:55.456]That Sense was breaking through