Song | The City That Reads |
Artist | The Graduate |
Album | Anhedonia |
作曲 : Warning | |
Baltimore is quiet and cold | |
There's no ship in the bay to take me back home | |
In time for the holiday | |
So December never ends | |
You come here instead | |
I've got gifts and food and friends | |
Plenty of room in my bed | |
Oh, you can help me mend | |
So here's to being alone | |
To anyone on their own | |
If anyone's listening | |
Think of me when | |
I'm gone It's not going to hurt for long | |
And you can just forget | |
And I can live without regret | |
Baltimore is quiet and cold | |
So I walk down to the bay | |
Where everyone's gone inside for the holiday | |
Oh, December never ends | |
So will you make up your mind | |
Over time | |
I've found a piece of me | |
Somewhere on these empty streets | |
That I could never bring myself to leave | |
So here's to being alone | |
To anyone on their own | |
If anyone's listening | |
Think of me when | |
I'm gone It's not going to hurt for long | |
And you can just forget | |
When I return to you at last | |
Surprise me in red and black | |
Oh no, you never ever give in | |
Never give in | |
When you smile there's a certain line | |
Of muscles strained from front to back | |
So I'll do anything to get me right back home | |
So here's to being alone | |
To anyone on their own | |
If anyone's listening | |
Think of me when | |
I'm gone It's not going to hurt for long | |
So here's to being alone | |
To anyone on their own | |
If anyone's listening | |
Think of me when | |
I'm gone It's not going to hurt for long | |
And you can just forget | |
And I can live without regret |
zuò qǔ : Warning | |
Baltimore is quiet and cold | |
There' s no ship in the bay to take me back home | |
In time for the holiday | |
So December never ends | |
You come here instead | |
I' ve got gifts and food and friends | |
Plenty of room in my bed | |
Oh, you can help me mend | |
So here' s to being alone | |
To anyone on their own | |
If anyone' s listening | |
Think of me when | |
I' m gone It' s not going to hurt for long | |
And you can just forget | |
And I can live without regret | |
Baltimore is quiet and cold | |
So I walk down to the bay | |
Where everyone' s gone inside for the holiday | |
Oh, December never ends | |
So will you make up your mind | |
Over time | |
I' ve found a piece of me | |
Somewhere on these empty streets | |
That I could never bring myself to leave | |
So here' s to being alone | |
To anyone on their own | |
If anyone' s listening | |
Think of me when | |
I' m gone It' s not going to hurt for long | |
And you can just forget | |
When I return to you at last | |
Surprise me in red and black | |
Oh no, you never ever give in | |
Never give in | |
When you smile there' s a certain line | |
Of muscles strained from front to back | |
So I' ll do anything to get me right back home | |
So here' s to being alone | |
To anyone on their own | |
If anyone' s listening | |
Think of me when | |
I' m gone It' s not going to hurt for long | |
So here' s to being alone | |
To anyone on their own | |
If anyone' s listening | |
Think of me when | |
I' m gone It' s not going to hurt for long | |
And you can just forget | |
And I can live without regret |