Nightswimming



Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.

The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,

turned around backwards so the windshield shows.

Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.

Still, it's so much clearer.

I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.

The moon is low tonight.



Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.

I'm not sure all these people understand.

It's not like years ago,

The fear of getting caught,

of recklessness and water.

They cannot see me naked.

These things, they go away,

replaced by everyday.



Nightswimming, remembering that night.

September's coming soon.

I'm pining for the moon.

And what if there were two

Side by side in orbit

Around the fairest sun?

That bright, tight forever drum

could not describe nightswimming.



You, I thought I knew you.

You I cannot judge.

You, I thought you knew me,

this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.

Nightswimming.



The photograph reflects,

every streetlight a reminder.

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.

Nightswimming歌词

R.E.M.

简介： R.E.M.（Rapid Eye Movement）是一个精神病学和医学名词,意为 浅睡中的眼球跳动 ,是潜意识和梦境最为活跃的时间。成立于1980年，他们是在美国的Georgia州的Athens城组

Nightswimming



Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.

The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,

turned around backwards so the windshield shows.

Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.

Still, it's so much clearer.

I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.

The moon is low tonight.



Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.

I'm not sure all these people understand.

It's not like years ago,

The fear of getting caught,

of recklessness and water.

They cannot see me naked.

These things, they go away,

replaced by everyday.



Nightswimming, remembering that night.

September's coming soon.

I'm pining for the moon.

And what if there were two

Side by side in orbit

Around the fairest sun?

That bright, tight forever drum

could not describe nightswimming.



You, I thought I knew you.

You I cannot judge.

You, I thought you knew me,

this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.

Nightswimming.



The photograph reflects,

every streetlight a reminder.

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.