| Song | Etcetera Whatever |
| Artist | Over the Rhine |
| Album | Good Dog Bad Dog: The Home Recordings |
| 作词 : Detweiler | |
| Don't speak. | |
| Words come out your eyes. | |
| You're wet with this nightmare. | |
| Like thorns you hold these secrets to your breast, | |
| Your slender fingers closing into fists. | |
| The wind blows through the trees, | |
| Trace your bruise | |
| Like a guilty streak. | |
| Hold the pain. | |
| You're a connoisseur. | |
| You think you have no other gift to give, | |
| But we have so much left to live. | |
| No hand writing on the wall: | |
| We don't need a lot of money. | |
| We'll be sleeping on the beach, | |
| Keeping oceans within reach. | |
| (Whatever private oceans we can conjure up for free.) | |
| I will stumble there with you | |
| And you'll be laughing close with me, | |
| Trying not to make a scene | |
| Etcetera. Whatever. I guess all I really mean | |
| Inside, outside, feel new skin. | |
| Is we're gonna be alright. | |
| Yeah, we're gonna be alright. | |
| You can close your eyes tonight, | |
| Cause we're gonna be alright. | |
| It's not as if it's a matter of will. | |
| So come on now, | |
| I can almost see | |
| That place | |
| On a distant shore. | |
| And courage is a weapon we must use | |
| To find some life you can't refuse. | |
| Like tomorrow's martyr. | |
| We don't need a lot of money. | |
| We'll be sleeping on the beach, | |
| Keeping oceans within reach. | |
| (Whatever private oceans we can conjure up for free.) | |
| I will stumble there with you | |
| And you'll be laughing close with me, | |
| Trying not to make a scene | |
| Etcetera. Whatever. I guess all I really mean | |
| Taste the words on the tip of my tongue. | |
| Is we're gonna be alright. | |
| Yeah, we're gonna be alright. | |
| You can close your eyes tonight, | |
| Cause we're gonna be alright. | |
| All that I can see is your eyes. | |
| Close your eyes. | |
| Close your eyes. | |
| All I need is everything. | |
| Feel the slip and the grip of grace again. | |
| All I need is all I need. |
| zuò cí : Detweiler | |
| Don' t speak. | |
| Words come out your eyes. | |
| You' re wet with this nightmare. | |
| Like thorns you hold these secrets to your breast, | |
| Your slender fingers closing into fists. | |
| The wind blows through the trees, | |
| Trace your bruise | |
| Like a guilty streak. | |
| Hold the pain. | |
| You' re a connoisseur. | |
| You think you have no other gift to give, | |
| But we have so much left to live. | |
| No hand writing on the wall: | |
| We don' t need a lot of money. | |
| We' ll be sleeping on the beach, | |
| Keeping oceans within reach. | |
| Whatever private oceans we can conjure up for free. | |
| I will stumble there with you | |
| And you' ll be laughing close with me, | |
| Trying not to make a scene | |
| Etcetera. Whatever. I guess all I really mean | |
| Inside, outside, feel new skin. | |
| Is we' re gonna be alright. | |
| Yeah, we' re gonna be alright. | |
| You can close your eyes tonight, | |
| Cause we' re gonna be alright. | |
| It' s not as if it' s a matter of will. | |
| So come on now, | |
| I can almost see | |
| That place | |
| On a distant shore. | |
| And courage is a weapon we must use | |
| To find some life you can' t refuse. | |
| Like tomorrow' s martyr. | |
| We don' t need a lot of money. | |
| We' ll be sleeping on the beach, | |
| Keeping oceans within reach. | |
| Whatever private oceans we can conjure up for free. | |
| I will stumble there with you | |
| And you' ll be laughing close with me, | |
| Trying not to make a scene | |
| Etcetera. Whatever. I guess all I really mean | |
| Taste the words on the tip of my tongue. | |
| Is we' re gonna be alright. | |
| Yeah, we' re gonna be alright. | |
| You can close your eyes tonight, | |
| Cause we' re gonna be alright. | |
| All that I can see is your eyes. | |
| Close your eyes. | |
| Close your eyes. | |
| All I need is everything. | |
| Feel the slip and the grip of grace again. | |
| All I need is all I need. |