Song | Running Out Of Ink |
Artist | Barenaked Ladies |
Album | Barenaked Ladies Are Men |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Page, Robertson | |
I stopped into a club | |
I thought | |
I'd see a show | |
Everyone was there | |
At least everyone | |
I know Their knickers in a knot | |
Their hands upon their heart | |
The best they'd ever seen | |
The greatest work of art | |
I wished that it was me.... | |
It's bleaker than you think | |
I'm running out of ink | |
Give a guy a break | |
This is what it takes | |
To drive a man to drink | |
A party at a friend's | |
Toronto's coolest scene | |
I thought | |
I'd bring a tape | |
To show them where | |
I'd been And listen for a while | |
The lyrics made them smile | |
They said that it was fine | |
Although it's not the style | |
I said it wasn't me | |
Once upon a time | |
I couldn't get enough | |
Until I made it big | |
And that's when it got rough | |
Dissapointed now | |
Perhaps a bit surprised | |
To look them in the face | |
And see it in their eyes | |
They wish it wasn't me | |
It's bleaker than you think | |
I'm running out of ink | |
Give a guy a break | |
This is what it takes | |
To drive a man to drink | |
I used to hold you close | |
You used to tell me things | |
You never told a soul | |
Until you heard me sing | |
The details of your life | |
Condensed into a song | |
The neighbor and his wife | |
Work out and sing along | |
And you can't look at me | |
It's bleaker than you think | |
I'm running out of ink | |
Give a guy a break | |
This is what it takes | |
To drive a man to drink | |
Could song be an alibi | |
A lyric replacement for falling in love | |
But now that the well is dry | |
I can't understand what | |
I've been singing of... | |
Do you know what it is to love? | |
To really love? | |
To really love.... | |
Do I? I cycled by your house | |
I saw you on the lawn | |
I see you all the time | |
Now that you are gone | |
I tried to call your name | |
But something made me stop | |
I call you once a day | |
Until you call the cops | |
And told them it was me | |
I filled a plastic bag with everything | |
I wrote I threw it off a bridge and thought that it would float. | |
The water made it sink the bag was bleeding ink. | |
I wished that | |
I could swim | |
I wished that | |
I could drink | |
I wished that it was me. | |
It's bleaker than you think | |
I'm running out of ink | |
Give a guy a break | |
This is what it takes | |
To drive a man to drink | |
I'm running out of ink | |
Give a guy a break | |
This is what it takes | |
To drive a man to drink | |
To drive a man to drink | |
To drive a man to drink |
zuo ci : Page, Robertson | |
I stopped into a club | |
I thought | |
I' d see a show | |
Everyone was there | |
At least everyone | |
I know Their knickers in a knot | |
Their hands upon their heart | |
The best they' d ever seen | |
The greatest work of art | |
I wished that it was me.... | |
It' s bleaker than you think | |
I' m running out of ink | |
Give a guy a break | |
This is what it takes | |
To drive a man to drink | |
A party at a friend' s | |
Toronto' s coolest scene | |
I thought | |
I' d bring a tape | |
To show them where | |
I' d been And listen for a while | |
The lyrics made them smile | |
They said that it was fine | |
Although it' s not the style | |
I said it wasn' t me | |
Once upon a time | |
I couldn' t get enough | |
Until I made it big | |
And that' s when it got rough | |
Dissapointed now | |
Perhaps a bit surprised | |
To look them in the face | |
And see it in their eyes | |
They wish it wasn' t me | |
It' s bleaker than you think | |
I' m running out of ink | |
Give a guy a break | |
This is what it takes | |
To drive a man to drink | |
I used to hold you close | |
You used to tell me things | |
You never told a soul | |
Until you heard me sing | |
The details of your life | |
Condensed into a song | |
The neighbor and his wife | |
Work out and sing along | |
And you can' t look at me | |
It' s bleaker than you think | |
I' m running out of ink | |
Give a guy a break | |
This is what it takes | |
To drive a man to drink | |
Could song be an alibi | |
A lyric replacement for falling in love | |
But now that the well is dry | |
I can' t understand what | |
I' ve been singing of... | |
Do you know what it is to love? | |
To really love? | |
To really love.... | |
Do I? I cycled by your house | |
I saw you on the lawn | |
I see you all the time | |
Now that you are gone | |
I tried to call your name | |
But something made me stop | |
I call you once a day | |
Until you call the cops | |
And told them it was me | |
I filled a plastic bag with everything | |
I wrote I threw it off a bridge and thought that it would float. | |
The water made it sink the bag was bleeding ink. | |
I wished that | |
I could swim | |
I wished that | |
I could drink | |
I wished that it was me. | |
It' s bleaker than you think | |
I' m running out of ink | |
Give a guy a break | |
This is what it takes | |
To drive a man to drink | |
I' m running out of ink | |
Give a guy a break | |
This is what it takes | |
To drive a man to drink | |
To drive a man to drink | |
To drive a man to drink |
zuò cí : Page, Robertson | |
I stopped into a club | |
I thought | |
I' d see a show | |
Everyone was there | |
At least everyone | |
I know Their knickers in a knot | |
Their hands upon their heart | |
The best they' d ever seen | |
The greatest work of art | |
I wished that it was me.... | |
It' s bleaker than you think | |
I' m running out of ink | |
Give a guy a break | |
This is what it takes | |
To drive a man to drink | |
A party at a friend' s | |
Toronto' s coolest scene | |
I thought | |
I' d bring a tape | |
To show them where | |
I' d been And listen for a while | |
The lyrics made them smile | |
They said that it was fine | |
Although it' s not the style | |
I said it wasn' t me | |
Once upon a time | |
I couldn' t get enough | |
Until I made it big | |
And that' s when it got rough | |
Dissapointed now | |
Perhaps a bit surprised | |
To look them in the face | |
And see it in their eyes | |
They wish it wasn' t me | |
It' s bleaker than you think | |
I' m running out of ink | |
Give a guy a break | |
This is what it takes | |
To drive a man to drink | |
I used to hold you close | |
You used to tell me things | |
You never told a soul | |
Until you heard me sing | |
The details of your life | |
Condensed into a song | |
The neighbor and his wife | |
Work out and sing along | |
And you can' t look at me | |
It' s bleaker than you think | |
I' m running out of ink | |
Give a guy a break | |
This is what it takes | |
To drive a man to drink | |
Could song be an alibi | |
A lyric replacement for falling in love | |
But now that the well is dry | |
I can' t understand what | |
I' ve been singing of... | |
Do you know what it is to love? | |
To really love? | |
To really love.... | |
Do I? I cycled by your house | |
I saw you on the lawn | |
I see you all the time | |
Now that you are gone | |
I tried to call your name | |
But something made me stop | |
I call you once a day | |
Until you call the cops | |
And told them it was me | |
I filled a plastic bag with everything | |
I wrote I threw it off a bridge and thought that it would float. | |
The water made it sink the bag was bleeding ink. | |
I wished that | |
I could swim | |
I wished that | |
I could drink | |
I wished that it was me. | |
It' s bleaker than you think | |
I' m running out of ink | |
Give a guy a break | |
This is what it takes | |
To drive a man to drink | |
I' m running out of ink | |
Give a guy a break | |
This is what it takes | |
To drive a man to drink | |
To drive a man to drink | |
To drive a man to drink |