Song | Brief Bus Stop |
Artist | Ani DiFranco |
Album | Not So Soft |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : DiFranco | |
She sat there like a photograph | |
Of someone much further away | |
We shared a brief bus stop | |
On one of those in between days | |
She gave me her smile | |
And I looked underneath | |
At the lipstick on her teeth | |
She asked me for a light | |
And if I thought her hair looked okay | |
We grew out of the small talk | |
Into stuff strangers just don't say | |
We discovered we are both | |
Pleasantly furious half of the time | |
When we're not just toeing the line | |
We sat underneath the shelter | |
As the rain came down outside | |
The bench was cold | |
Against the underside of our thighs | |
I said, I think we need new responses | |
Each question's a revolving door | |
And she said, "YeahMy life may not be something specialBut it's never been lived before" | |
We decided our urgency will wane | |
When we grow old | |
And there will be a new generation of anger | |
New stories to be told | |
But I said, "I don't know if I can waitFor that peace to be mine" | |
And she said, "Well, you knowWe've been waiting for this busFor an awfully long time" |
zuo ci : DiFranco | |
She sat there like a photograph | |
Of someone much further away | |
We shared a brief bus stop | |
On one of those in between days | |
She gave me her smile | |
And I looked underneath | |
At the lipstick on her teeth | |
She asked me for a light | |
And if I thought her hair looked okay | |
We grew out of the small talk | |
Into stuff strangers just don' t say | |
We discovered we are both | |
Pleasantly furious half of the time | |
When we' re not just toeing the line | |
We sat underneath the shelter | |
As the rain came down outside | |
The bench was cold | |
Against the underside of our thighs | |
I said, I think we need new responses | |
Each question' s a revolving door | |
And she said, " YeahMy life may not be something specialBut it' s never been lived before" | |
We decided our urgency will wane | |
When we grow old | |
And there will be a new generation of anger | |
New stories to be told | |
But I said, " I don' t know if I can waitFor that peace to be mine" | |
And she said, " Well, you knowWe' ve been waiting for this busFor an awfully long time" |
zuò cí : DiFranco | |
She sat there like a photograph | |
Of someone much further away | |
We shared a brief bus stop | |
On one of those in between days | |
She gave me her smile | |
And I looked underneath | |
At the lipstick on her teeth | |
She asked me for a light | |
And if I thought her hair looked okay | |
We grew out of the small talk | |
Into stuff strangers just don' t say | |
We discovered we are both | |
Pleasantly furious half of the time | |
When we' re not just toeing the line | |
We sat underneath the shelter | |
As the rain came down outside | |
The bench was cold | |
Against the underside of our thighs | |
I said, I think we need new responses | |
Each question' s a revolving door | |
And she said, " YeahMy life may not be something specialBut it' s never been lived before" | |
We decided our urgency will wane | |
When we grow old | |
And there will be a new generation of anger | |
New stories to be told | |
But I said, " I don' t know if I can waitFor that peace to be mine" | |
And she said, " Well, you knowWe' ve been waiting for this busFor an awfully long time" |