Song | Only a Rumour |
Artist | The Jazz Butcher |
Album | Sex and Travel |
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作词 : The Jazz Butcher | |
From a painted face to the barest flesh | |
And there's so much flesh, I don't think I can handle this | |
But people change and ride on aeroplanes | |
And that's Domestic Flight, I guess you hadn't thought of that | |
But how I wish you'd close your eyes | |
Like I saw you close your eyes | |
And how I wish you'd lay your head on my shoulder | |
One time now... | |
When I'm alone and I walk in the room | |
Well I'm terrified - I don't know what I'll find in there | |
But when I'm with people and they look my way | |
I could die of shame - they know what I'm thinking | |
But I don't take it quite so hard these days | |
What can you ask of all this, anyway? | |
But how I wish they would not ask me that question | |
I've tried to be silent and reasonable for so very long | |
But I never understood why people like you must have | |
Everything marked Right or Wrong. | |
From a bedroom cell to this public hell | |
And there's so much talk I need to have another drink | |
I know it's mad for me to feel so sad | |
But I'm far from home and I need to have another drink | |
And how I wish I knew for sure | |
How many years I had before | |
This state I'm in will put me under the ground | |
I just stop short of calling out your name | |
The people round here would never believe me anyway | |
Life could never be the same... | |
It's only a rumour - "What's this I hear about you and Susie?" | |
Don't ask | |
'Coz I don't want to know... | |
And I don't need to know... |
zuo ci : The Jazz Butcher | |
From a painted face to the barest flesh | |
And there' s so much flesh, I don' t think I can handle this | |
But people change and ride on aeroplanes | |
And that' s Domestic Flight, I guess you hadn' t thought of that | |
But how I wish you' d close your eyes | |
Like I saw you close your eyes | |
And how I wish you' d lay your head on my shoulder | |
One time now... | |
When I' m alone and I walk in the room | |
Well I' m terrified I don' t know what I' ll find in there | |
But when I' m with people and they look my way | |
I could die of shame they know what I' m thinking | |
But I don' t take it quite so hard these days | |
What can you ask of all this, anyway? | |
But how I wish they would not ask me that question | |
I' ve tried to be silent and reasonable for so very long | |
But I never understood why people like you must have | |
Everything marked Right or Wrong. | |
From a bedroom cell to this public hell | |
And there' s so much talk I need to have another drink | |
I know it' s mad for me to feel so sad | |
But I' m far from home and I need to have another drink | |
And how I wish I knew for sure | |
How many years I had before | |
This state I' m in will put me under the ground | |
I just stop short of calling out your name | |
The people round here would never believe me anyway | |
Life could never be the same... | |
It' s only a rumour " What' s this I hear about you and Susie?" | |
Don' t ask | |
' Coz I don' t want to know... | |
And I don' t need to know... |
zuò cí : The Jazz Butcher | |
From a painted face to the barest flesh | |
And there' s so much flesh, I don' t think I can handle this | |
But people change and ride on aeroplanes | |
And that' s Domestic Flight, I guess you hadn' t thought of that | |
But how I wish you' d close your eyes | |
Like I saw you close your eyes | |
And how I wish you' d lay your head on my shoulder | |
One time now... | |
When I' m alone and I walk in the room | |
Well I' m terrified I don' t know what I' ll find in there | |
But when I' m with people and they look my way | |
I could die of shame they know what I' m thinking | |
But I don' t take it quite so hard these days | |
What can you ask of all this, anyway? | |
But how I wish they would not ask me that question | |
I' ve tried to be silent and reasonable for so very long | |
But I never understood why people like you must have | |
Everything marked Right or Wrong. | |
From a bedroom cell to this public hell | |
And there' s so much talk I need to have another drink | |
I know it' s mad for me to feel so sad | |
But I' m far from home and I need to have another drink | |
And how I wish I knew for sure | |
How many years I had before | |
This state I' m in will put me under the ground | |
I just stop short of calling out your name | |
The people round here would never believe me anyway | |
Life could never be the same... | |
It' s only a rumour " What' s this I hear about you and Susie?" | |
Don' t ask | |
' Coz I don' t want to know... | |
And I don' t need to know... |