Music from The Accountant Soundtrack: Música (ao final) do filme O Contador
História um tanto surreal (mas conecta com a realidade) de uma vida que começa com um menino com uma espécie de autismo, ou alguma síndrome que dificulta sua socialização e amizades, e que por vezes tornam-no anti-social e até violento, mas cuja cabeça também o torna capaz de habilidades especiais. Levam-no a alguém especializado, que poderia ajudar, mas o pai decide-se apenas por fortalecê-lo para 'enfrentar a vida'... That is all the film is about... And the utter consequences...
To Leave Something Behind
Sean Rowe
Lyrics
I cannot say that I know you well
But you can't lie to me
With all these books that you sell
I'm not trying to follow you
To the end of the world
I'm just trying to leave something behind
Words have come from men and mouse
But I can't help thinking
That I've heard the wrong crowd
When all the water is gone my job will be too
And I'm just trying to leave something behind
Oh money is free but love costs
More than our bread
And the ceiling is hard to reach
Oh the future ahead is broken and red
And I'm trying to leave something behind
This whole world is a foreign land
We swallow the moon
But we don't know our own hand
We're running with the case
But we ain't got the gold
Yet we're trying to leave something behind
My friends I believe we are at the wrong fight
And I cannot read what I did not write
I've been to his house, but the master is gone
But I'd like to leave something behind
There is a beast who has taken my blame
You can put me to bed
But you can't feel my pain
When the machine has taken
The soul from the man
It's time to leave something behind
Oh money is free
But love costs more than our bread
And the ceiling is hard to reach
Oh the future ahead is already dead
So I'm trying to leave something behind
I got this feeling
That I'm still at the shore
And pockets don't know
What it means to be poor
I can get through the wall
If you give me a door
So I can leave something behind
Oh wisdom is lost in the tree it's somewhere
You're not going to find it
In some mental gray hair
It's locked up from those who hurry ahead
And it's time to leave something behind
Oh money is free
But love costs more than our bread
And the ceiling is hard to reach
When my son is a man
He will know what I meant
I was just trying to leave something behind
I was just trying to leave something behind