悠扬的节奏传来，迷幻又温馨，像诗人吟唱的温柔嗓音，唱得盛夏迷迷糊糊的就睡着了。

“Flightless Bird，American Mouth

I was a quick wet boy

diving too deep for coins

All of your street light eyes

wide on my plastic toys”

他做了个梦，梦醒之后惆怅了很久，有点分不清梦境和现实，抓着尤远喊了声“哥”就没后文了。

“Then when the cops closed the fair

I cut my long baby hair

Stole me a dog-eared map

and called for you everywhere

Have I found you”