作曲 : Rundgren | |
If that's the way you feel, don't change your mind | |
Be sure this time, i don't really mind | |
If that's the way you feel, let this be gone | |
Decide it on what you really want | |
I'm not going to plead so that no one is stopping you | |
Write when you get to where ever you're going to | |
I might have gone but i'm too much involved | |
To forget all my problems and think of them solved | |
I'm not in the habit of running my fears up a flagpole | |
And i'm less concerned of your secrets | |
Than about why you carry on so | |
If you want a little bit of attention | |
Why not make a spectacle of your self in public | |
Or maybe you could credit me with having | |
Enough understanding to merit a wire | |
Besides this is the end | |
And goodbye, it was real | |
But then |
zuo qu : Rundgren | |
If that' s the way you feel, don' t change your mind | |
Be sure this time, i don' t really mind | |
If that' s the way you feel, let this be gone | |
Decide it on what you really want | |
I' m not going to plead so that no one is stopping you | |
Write when you get to where ever you' re going to | |
I might have gone but i' m too much involved | |
To forget all my problems and think of them solved | |
I' m not in the habit of running my fears up a flagpole | |
And i' m less concerned of your secrets | |
Than about why you carry on so | |
If you want a little bit of attention | |
Why not make a spectacle of your self in public | |
Or maybe you could credit me with having | |
Enough understanding to merit a wire | |
Besides this is the end | |
And goodbye, it was real | |
But then |
zuò qǔ : Rundgren | |
If that' s the way you feel, don' t change your mind | |
Be sure this time, i don' t really mind | |
If that' s the way you feel, let this be gone | |
Decide it on what you really want | |
I' m not going to plead so that no one is stopping you | |
Write when you get to where ever you' re going to | |
I might have gone but i' m too much involved | |
To forget all my problems and think of them solved | |
I' m not in the habit of running my fears up a flagpole | |
And i' m less concerned of your secrets | |
Than about why you carry on so | |
If you want a little bit of attention | |
Why not make a spectacle of your self in public | |
Or maybe you could credit me with having | |
Enough understanding to merit a wire | |
Besides this is the end | |
And goodbye, it was real | |
But then |