| Song | You Became My Big Excuse |
| Artist | The Apartments |
| Album | A Life Full of Farewells |
| 作词 : Peter Milton Walsh | |
| 作曲 : Peter Milton Walsh | |
| You Became My Big Excuse | |
| One time you couldn’t dream, couldn’t see past this life | |
| Something like defeat floated in the evening light | |
| If you land in darkness, no one will keep up… | |
| You kept your place, I moved through a world of strangers | |
| Where’s your tenderness? Everything gets rearranged | |
| If it’s all revealed as treachery and deals | |
| Where’s your grace? | |
| You became my big excuse | |
| The poison that I drink when I sink my teeth in you | |
| You became my big excuse | |
| People that were friends, something comes along—it changes | |
| Fog just doesn’t lift, old hotels and railway stations | |
| Where’s the good in that? You just rush away and pack | |
| You became my big excuse | |
| The poison that I drink when I sink my teeth in you | |
| You became my big excuse | |
| You don’t get my name, all you get’s my reputation | |
| Always been the same, played it close or isolated | |
| But just around the bend, something’s gotta end | |
| I keep too much in, know I’m not much company | |
| If you land in darkness, no one can keep up | |
| Nobody could | |
| You became my big excuse | |
| The poison that I drink when I sink my teeth in you | |
| You became my big excuse | |
| Could be a long, long, long time | |
| Getting over this | |
| Could be a long, long, long time | |
| Getting over… |
| zuò cí : Peter Milton Walsh | |
| zuò qǔ : Peter Milton Walsh | |
| You Became My Big Excuse | |
| One time you couldn' t dream, couldn' t see past this life | |
| Something like defeat floated in the evening light | |
| If you land in darkness, no one will keep up | |
| You kept your place, I moved through a world of strangers | |
| Where' s your tenderness? Everything gets rearranged | |
| If it' s all revealed as treachery and deals | |
| Where' s your grace? | |
| You became my big excuse | |
| The poison that I drink when I sink my teeth in you | |
| You became my big excuse | |
| People that were friends, something comes along it changes | |
| Fog just doesn' t lift, old hotels and railway stations | |
| Where' s the good in that? You just rush away and pack | |
| You became my big excuse | |
| The poison that I drink when I sink my teeth in you | |
| You became my big excuse | |
| You don' t get my name, all you get' s my reputation | |
| Always been the same, played it close or isolated | |
| But just around the bend, something' s gotta end | |
| I keep too much in, know I' m not much company | |
| If you land in darkness, no one can keep up | |
| Nobody could | |
| You became my big excuse | |
| The poison that I drink when I sink my teeth in you | |
| You became my big excuse | |
| Could be a long, long, long time | |
| Getting over this | |
| Could be a long, long, long time | |
| Getting over |