Song | The Corwith Brothers |
Artist | Faun Fables |
Album | Transit Rider |
作曲 : Dawn, Nils | |
Every Friday, at four | |
To a darkened door | |
We bring this package | |
Which always gets sent | |
But they're never in | |
And so we begin... | |
To wonder if they paid the rent | |
To wonder if they paid the rent | |
There's wooden partitions | |
Which reek of suspicion | |
We notice a roll of banker's chairs | |
Pulled-out or pushed-about | |
As if someone was recently there | |
As if someone was recently there | |
But they'll be right back | |
Oh, they'll be right | |
There's a sign on the door that says | |
They'll be right back | |
They're not like the others | |
The Corwith Brothers | |
They'll be right back | |
The place looks old | |
Like time has its hold | |
On the moment the occupants disappeared | |
The objects are moved | |
But the workers removed | |
I tell my dispatcher, | |
Man this is just too weird | |
I tell my dispatcher, | |
Man this is just too weird | |
It doesn't seem right | |
No computers in sight | |
I wonder just what kind of business they do | |
If no one would mind | |
I'd go in and find | |
A world away from all that is new | |
But they'll be right back | |
Oh, they'll be right | |
There's a sign on the door that says | |
They'll be right back | |
They're not like the others | |
The Corwith Brothers | |
They'll be right back |
zuò qǔ : Dawn, Nils | |
Every Friday, at four | |
To a darkened door | |
We bring this package | |
Which always gets sent | |
But they' re never in | |
And so we begin... | |
To wonder if they paid the rent | |
To wonder if they paid the rent | |
There' s wooden partitions | |
Which reek of suspicion | |
We notice a roll of banker' s chairs | |
Pulledout or pushedabout | |
As if someone was recently there | |
As if someone was recently there | |
But they' ll be right back | |
Oh, they' ll be right | |
There' s a sign on the door that says | |
They' ll be right back | |
They' re not like the others | |
The Corwith Brothers | |
They' ll be right back | |
The place looks old | |
Like time has its hold | |
On the moment the occupants disappeared | |
The objects are moved | |
But the workers removed | |
I tell my dispatcher, | |
Man this is just too weird | |
I tell my dispatcher, | |
Man this is just too weird | |
It doesn' t seem right | |
No computers in sight | |
I wonder just what kind of business they do | |
If no one would mind | |
I' d go in and find | |
A world away from all that is new | |
But they' ll be right back | |
Oh, they' ll be right | |
There' s a sign on the door that says | |
They' ll be right back | |
They' re not like the others | |
The Corwith Brothers | |
They' ll be right back |