作曲 : Finch, Jones | |
She says Why don't you let me take you home | |
He's bored | |
And doesn't want to sleep alone | |
She'd like another drink | |
And he's blinded by her clothes | |
They sit In darkened corners everywhere | |
She's sick | |
He seems completely unaware | |
He's spent too long | |
Going nowhere | |
He waits round for things to try | |
She knows ways of killing time | |
He flies He says his feet don't touch the ground | |
She's tired | |
But she forgets when he's around | |
It's weird | |
The way they always dress the same | |
But he lies | |
Always denying it again | |
They spent too long | |
Going nowhere | |
He waits round for things to try | |
She knows ways of killing time | |
He waits round for things to try | |
She knows ways of killing time |
zuo qu : Finch, Jones | |
She says Why don' t you let me take you home | |
He' s bored | |
And doesn' t want to sleep alone | |
She' d like another drink | |
And he' s blinded by her clothes | |
They sit In darkened corners everywhere | |
She' s sick | |
He seems completely unaware | |
He' s spent too long | |
Going nowhere | |
He waits round for things to try | |
She knows ways of killing time | |
He flies He says his feet don' t touch the ground | |
She' s tired | |
But she forgets when he' s around | |
It' s weird | |
The way they always dress the same | |
But he lies | |
Always denying it again | |
They spent too long | |
Going nowhere | |
He waits round for things to try | |
She knows ways of killing time | |
He waits round for things to try | |
She knows ways of killing time |
zuò qǔ : Finch, Jones | |
She says Why don' t you let me take you home | |
He' s bored | |
And doesn' t want to sleep alone | |
She' d like another drink | |
And he' s blinded by her clothes | |
They sit In darkened corners everywhere | |
She' s sick | |
He seems completely unaware | |
He' s spent too long | |
Going nowhere | |
He waits round for things to try | |
She knows ways of killing time | |
He flies He says his feet don' t touch the ground | |
She' s tired | |
But she forgets when he' s around | |
It' s weird | |
The way they always dress the same | |
But he lies | |
Always denying it again | |
They spent too long | |
Going nowhere | |
He waits round for things to try | |
She knows ways of killing time | |
He waits round for things to try | |
She knows ways of killing time |