| Song | Saints And Sailors |
| Artist | Dashboard Confessional |
| Album | The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most |
| 作曲 : Carrabba | |
| This is where I say I've had enough and no one | |
| should ever feel the way that I feel now. | |
| A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises and | |
| I don't believe that I'm getting any better. | |
| Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring and | |
| I'm thinking awful things and | |
| I'm pretty sure that few would notice. | |
| And this apartment is starving for an argument. | |
| Anything at all to break the silence. | |
| Wandering this house like | |
| I've never wanted out and this is about as social as I get now. | |
| And I'm throwing away the letters that | |
| I am writing you 'cause they would never do, | |
| I would never do. | |
| Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring and | |
| I'm thinking awful things and | |
| I'm retty sure that few would notice. | |
| And this apartment is starving for an argument. | |
| Anything at all to break the silence. | |
| So don't be a liar don't say that | |
| 'everything's working' when everything's broken. | |
| And you smile like a saint but you curse | |
| like a sailor and your eyes say the jokes on me. |
| zuò qǔ : Carrabba | |
| This is where I say I' ve had enough and no one | |
| should ever feel the way that I feel now. | |
| A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises and | |
| I don' t believe that I' m getting any better. | |
| Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring and | |
| I' m thinking awful things and | |
| I' m pretty sure that few would notice. | |
| And this apartment is starving for an argument. | |
| Anything at all to break the silence. | |
| Wandering this house like | |
| I' ve never wanted out and this is about as social as I get now. | |
| And I' m throwing away the letters that | |
| I am writing you ' cause they would never do, | |
| I would never do. | |
| Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring and | |
| I' m thinking awful things and | |
| I' m retty sure that few would notice. | |
| And this apartment is starving for an argument. | |
| Anything at all to break the silence. | |
| So don' t be a liar don' t say that | |
| ' everything' s working' when everything' s broken. | |
| And you smile like a saint but you curse | |
| like a sailor and your eyes say the jokes on me. |