Song | Unwanted Friend |
Artist | Mark Morriss |
Album | Memory Muscle |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Morriss | |
I waited to see you, | |
Stood out in a downpour, | |
So who put me down for, | |
This awkward procedure? | |
A sense of occasion, | |
Propels my frustration, | |
Alone in a crowd with, | |
My one fascination. | |
In these circumstances, | |
The lure of romance is, | |
A small recompense for, | |
Your broken defences, | |
It's not in the details, | |
It's here in my entrails, | |
It's under my toenails, | |
It's each time I exhale. | |
'Cause my sun and moon, orbit round you, | |
I can't control it, but it's true, | |
The signal was clear, it's what brought us here, | |
I thought you were trusted to me and dear, | |
Your unwanted friend, | |
Your unwanted friend, | |
Your unwanted friend. | |
'Cause my sun and moon, orbit round you, | |
I can't control it, but it's true, | |
The signal was clear, it's what brought us here, | |
I thought you were trusted to me and dear, | |
Your unwanted friend, | |
Your unwanted friend, | |
Your unwanted friend. | |
Am I optimistic, | |
Or am I deluded? | |
Misled and diluted, | |
But hanging on to it, | |
I guess we'll find out, | |
Just what I'm all about, | |
When the handkerchief drops, | |
And the talking has stopped. |
zuo qu : Morriss | |
I waited to see you, | |
Stood out in a downpour, | |
So who put me down for, | |
This awkward procedure? | |
A sense of occasion, | |
Propels my frustration, | |
Alone in a crowd with, | |
My one fascination. | |
In these circumstances, | |
The lure of romance is, | |
A small recompense for, | |
Your broken defences, | |
It' s not in the details, | |
It' s here in my entrails, | |
It' s under my toenails, | |
It' s each time I exhale. | |
' Cause my sun and moon, orbit round you, | |
I can' t control it, but it' s true, | |
The signal was clear, it' s what brought us here, | |
I thought you were trusted to me and dear, | |
Your unwanted friend, | |
Your unwanted friend, | |
Your unwanted friend. | |
' Cause my sun and moon, orbit round you, | |
I can' t control it, but it' s true, | |
The signal was clear, it' s what brought us here, | |
I thought you were trusted to me and dear, | |
Your unwanted friend, | |
Your unwanted friend, | |
Your unwanted friend. | |
Am I optimistic, | |
Or am I deluded? | |
Misled and diluted, | |
But hanging on to it, | |
I guess we' ll find out, | |
Just what I' m all about, | |
When the handkerchief drops, | |
And the talking has stopped. |
zuò qǔ : Morriss | |
I waited to see you, | |
Stood out in a downpour, | |
So who put me down for, | |
This awkward procedure? | |
A sense of occasion, | |
Propels my frustration, | |
Alone in a crowd with, | |
My one fascination. | |
In these circumstances, | |
The lure of romance is, | |
A small recompense for, | |
Your broken defences, | |
It' s not in the details, | |
It' s here in my entrails, | |
It' s under my toenails, | |
It' s each time I exhale. | |
' Cause my sun and moon, orbit round you, | |
I can' t control it, but it' s true, | |
The signal was clear, it' s what brought us here, | |
I thought you were trusted to me and dear, | |
Your unwanted friend, | |
Your unwanted friend, | |
Your unwanted friend. | |
' Cause my sun and moon, orbit round you, | |
I can' t control it, but it' s true, | |
The signal was clear, it' s what brought us here, | |
I thought you were trusted to me and dear, | |
Your unwanted friend, | |
Your unwanted friend, | |
Your unwanted friend. | |
Am I optimistic, | |
Or am I deluded? | |
Misled and diluted, | |
But hanging on to it, | |
I guess we' ll find out, | |
Just what I' m all about, | |
When the handkerchief drops, | |
And the talking has stopped. |