那台音响的插座上，悠扬的口琴声响起，他们轻轻相拥，伴着反复吟唱的歌声缓缓起舞：
so i'm listening for the weather to predict the ing day
leave all thought of expectation to the weather man
no it doesn't really matter what it is he has to say
cause tomorrows keep on blowing in from somewhere
all the people that i know in the apartments down below
busy with their starring roles in their own tragedies
sunlight sends you on your way
and those restless thoughts that g to yest