作曲 : Farina, Goddard, McCarthy | |
Careful when you crank that last one down | |
The yellow chips with ease, with age | |
They're kind of old but they're the best ones | |
They're not gonna tip when they slip through the waves | |
Hey, hey, I almost forgot to say | |
Guess who I ran into yesterday? | |
It's been two years since I have | |
Seen her down this way | |
We talked till the sun came | |
Then we walked, just ignored the rain | |
Hanging out was almost the same | |
Only without all the doubt, without all the pain | |
Made me think when you think things are done, now | |
I know you can really love only one, but you | |
Can't give up on the first ones | |
Because the honesty comes with age | |
I knew that would be the last song | |
Coming out of that machine | |
The bar back had somewhere else to be | |
If you know what I, if you know what I mean | |
But hey, hey, I wanted to stay | |
So I put another dollar in and pressed play | |
Just one of those rare nights | |
When you don't want to see the bare light of the next day | |
That won't be the last nod | |
That came last night from her face | |
They tried to cut us off, they even turned out the lights | |
But they couldn't turn off the grace | |
With which she listened to every word | |
Clear among the din of glass and laughter, unheard | |
With an attention and respect That I could hardly return in | |
Such a crowded place |
zuo qu : Farina, Goddard, McCarthy | |
Careful when you crank that last one down | |
The yellow chips with ease, with age | |
They' re kind of old but they' re the best ones | |
They' re not gonna tip when they slip through the waves | |
Hey, hey, I almost forgot to say | |
Guess who I ran into yesterday? | |
It' s been two years since I have | |
Seen her down this way | |
We talked till the sun came | |
Then we walked, just ignored the rain | |
Hanging out was almost the same | |
Only without all the doubt, without all the pain | |
Made me think when you think things are done, now | |
I know you can really love only one, but you | |
Can' t give up on the first ones | |
Because the honesty comes with age | |
I knew that would be the last song | |
Coming out of that machine | |
The bar back had somewhere else to be | |
If you know what I, if you know what I mean | |
But hey, hey, I wanted to stay | |
So I put another dollar in and pressed play | |
Just one of those rare nights | |
When you don' t want to see the bare light of the next day | |
That won' t be the last nod | |
That came last night from her face | |
They tried to cut us off, they even turned out the lights | |
But they couldn' t turn off the grace | |
With which she listened to every word | |
Clear among the din of glass and laughter, unheard | |
With an attention and respect That I could hardly return in | |
Such a crowded place |
zuò qǔ : Farina, Goddard, McCarthy | |
Careful when you crank that last one down | |
The yellow chips with ease, with age | |
They' re kind of old but they' re the best ones | |
They' re not gonna tip when they slip through the waves | |
Hey, hey, I almost forgot to say | |
Guess who I ran into yesterday? | |
It' s been two years since I have | |
Seen her down this way | |
We talked till the sun came | |
Then we walked, just ignored the rain | |
Hanging out was almost the same | |
Only without all the doubt, without all the pain | |
Made me think when you think things are done, now | |
I know you can really love only one, but you | |
Can' t give up on the first ones | |
Because the honesty comes with age | |
I knew that would be the last song | |
Coming out of that machine | |
The bar back had somewhere else to be | |
If you know what I, if you know what I mean | |
But hey, hey, I wanted to stay | |
So I put another dollar in and pressed play | |
Just one of those rare nights | |
When you don' t want to see the bare light of the next day | |
That won' t be the last nod | |
That came last night from her face | |
They tried to cut us off, they even turned out the lights | |
But they couldn' t turn off the grace | |
With which she listened to every word | |
Clear among the din of glass and laughter, unheard | |
With an attention and respect That I could hardly return in | |
Such a crowded place |