Me and Mia Lyrics
| Song | Me and Mia |
| Artist | Ted Leo and the Pharmacists |
| Album | Shake the Sheets |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Leo | |
| As I was walking through a life one morning | |
| The sun was out, the air was warm, but oh, I was cold | |
| And though I must have looked a half a person | |
| To tell the tale in my own version, it was only then that I felt whole | |
| Do you believe in something beautiful? | |
| Then get up and be it! | |
| Fighting for the smallest goal, to get a little self-control | |
| I know how hard you try, I see it in your eyes | |
| But call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten | |
| What's eating you alive might help you to survive | |
| We went on as we were on a mission, latest in a grand tradition | |
| But oh, what did we find? | |
| It was ego who was flying the banner, and me and Mia, Ann and Anna | |
| Oh, we'd been unkind | |
| But do you believe in something beautiful? | |
| Then get up and be it! | |
| Fighting for the smallest goal, to get a little self-control | |
| I see it in your eyes, I see it in your spine | |
| But call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten | |
| What's eating you alive might help you to survive | |
| And even the nights, they could get better | |
| And even the days ain't all that bad | |
| And after a week of fighting, as more and more it seems the right thing | |
| But do you believe in something beautiful? Then get up and be it! | |
| Fighting for the smallest goal, to get a little self-control | |
| Won't anybody here just let you disappear? | |
| Not doctors, nor your mom and dad, but me and Mia, Ann and Anna | |
| Know how hard you try, don't you see it in my eyes? | |
| Sick to death of my dependence, fighting good to find transcendence | |
| Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive | |
| Cigarettes and speed for living, sleeping pills to feel forgiven | |
| All that you contrive and all that you're deprived | |
| All the bourgeois social angels telling you you've got to change | |
| Don't have any idea, they'll never see so clear | |
| But don't forget what it really means to hunger strike when you don't really need to | |
| Some are dying for a cause but that don't make it yours | |
| And even the nights, they could get better |
| zuo qu : Leo | |
| As I was walking through a life one morning | |
| The sun was out, the air was warm, but oh, I was cold | |
| And though I must have looked a half a person | |
| To tell the tale in my own version, it was only then that I felt whole | |
| Do you believe in something beautiful? | |
| Then get up and be it! | |
| Fighting for the smallest goal, to get a little selfcontrol | |
| I know how hard you try, I see it in your eyes | |
| But call your friends, ' cause we' ve forgotten what it' s like to eat what' s rotten | |
| What' s eating you alive might help you to survive | |
| We went on as we were on a mission, latest in a grand tradition | |
| But oh, what did we find? | |
| It was ego who was flying the banner, and me and Mia, Ann and Anna | |
| Oh, we' d been unkind | |
| But do you believe in something beautiful? | |
| Then get up and be it! | |
| Fighting for the smallest goal, to get a little selfcontrol | |
| I see it in your eyes, I see it in your spine | |
| But call your friends, ' cause we' ve forgotten what it' s like to eat what' s rotten | |
| What' s eating you alive might help you to survive | |
| And even the nights, they could get better | |
| And even the days ain' t all that bad | |
| And after a week of fighting, as more and more it seems the right thing | |
| But do you believe in something beautiful? Then get up and be it! | |
| Fighting for the smallest goal, to get a little selfcontrol | |
| Won' t anybody here just let you disappear? | |
| Not doctors, nor your mom and dad, but me and Mia, Ann and Anna | |
| Know how hard you try, don' t you see it in my eyes? | |
| Sick to death of my dependence, fighting good to find transcendence | |
| Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive | |
| Cigarettes and speed for living, sleeping pills to feel forgiven | |
| All that you contrive and all that you' re deprived | |
| All the bourgeois social angels telling you you' ve got to change | |
| Don' t have any idea, they' ll never see so clear | |
| But don' t forget what it really means to hunger strike when you don' t really need to | |
| Some are dying for a cause but that don' t make it yours | |
| And even the nights, they could get better |
| zuò qǔ : Leo | |
| As I was walking through a life one morning | |
| The sun was out, the air was warm, but oh, I was cold | |
| And though I must have looked a half a person | |
| To tell the tale in my own version, it was only then that I felt whole | |
| Do you believe in something beautiful? | |
| Then get up and be it! | |
| Fighting for the smallest goal, to get a little selfcontrol | |
| I know how hard you try, I see it in your eyes | |
| But call your friends, ' cause we' ve forgotten what it' s like to eat what' s rotten | |
| What' s eating you alive might help you to survive | |
| We went on as we were on a mission, latest in a grand tradition | |
| But oh, what did we find? | |
| It was ego who was flying the banner, and me and Mia, Ann and Anna | |
| Oh, we' d been unkind | |
| But do you believe in something beautiful? | |
| Then get up and be it! | |
| Fighting for the smallest goal, to get a little selfcontrol | |
| I see it in your eyes, I see it in your spine | |
| But call your friends, ' cause we' ve forgotten what it' s like to eat what' s rotten | |
| What' s eating you alive might help you to survive | |
| And even the nights, they could get better | |
| And even the days ain' t all that bad | |
| And after a week of fighting, as more and more it seems the right thing | |
| But do you believe in something beautiful? Then get up and be it! | |
| Fighting for the smallest goal, to get a little selfcontrol | |
| Won' t anybody here just let you disappear? | |
| Not doctors, nor your mom and dad, but me and Mia, Ann and Anna | |
| Know how hard you try, don' t you see it in my eyes? | |
| Sick to death of my dependence, fighting good to find transcendence | |
| Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive | |
| Cigarettes and speed for living, sleeping pills to feel forgiven | |
| All that you contrive and all that you' re deprived | |
| All the bourgeois social angels telling you you' ve got to change | |
| Don' t have any idea, they' ll never see so clear | |
| But don' t forget what it really means to hunger strike when you don' t really need to | |
| Some are dying for a cause but that don' t make it yours | |
| And even the nights, they could get better |
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