| 作词 : Costello | |
| We play these parlour games | |
| We play at make believe | |
| When we get to the part where i say that i'm going to leave | |
| Everybody loves a happy ending but we don't even try | |
| We go straight past pretending | |
| To the part where everybody loves to cry | |
| (chorus) | |
| Indoor fireworks | |
| Can still burn your fingers | |
| Indoor fireworks | |
| We swore we were safe as houses | |
| They're not so spectacular | |
| They don't burn up in the sky | |
| But they can dazzle or delight | |
| Or bring a tear | |
| When the smoke gets in your eyes | |
| You were the spice of life | |
| The gin in my vermouth | |
| And though the sparks would fly | |
| I thought our love was fireproof | |
| Sometimes we'd fight in public darling | |
| With very little cause | |
| But different kinds of sparks would fly | |
| When we got on our own behind closed doors | |
| (chorus) | |
| It's time to tell the truth | |
| These things have to be faced | |
| My fuse is burning out | |
| And all that powder's gone to waste | |
| Don't think for a moment dear that we'll ever be through | |
| I'll build a bonfire of my dreams | |
| And burn a broken effigy of me and you | |
| (chorus) |
| zuo ci : Costello | |
| We play these parlour games | |
| We play at make believe | |
| When we get to the part where i say that i' m going to leave | |
| Everybody loves a happy ending but we don' t even try | |
| We go straight past pretending | |
| To the part where everybody loves to cry | |
| chorus | |
| Indoor fireworks | |
| Can still burn your fingers | |
| Indoor fireworks | |
| We swore we were safe as houses | |
| They' re not so spectacular | |
| They don' t burn up in the sky | |
| But they can dazzle or delight | |
| Or bring a tear | |
| When the smoke gets in your eyes | |
| You were the spice of life | |
| The gin in my vermouth | |
| And though the sparks would fly | |
| I thought our love was fireproof | |
| Sometimes we' d fight in public darling | |
| With very little cause | |
| But different kinds of sparks would fly | |
| When we got on our own behind closed doors | |
| chorus | |
| It' s time to tell the truth | |
| These things have to be faced | |
| My fuse is burning out | |
| And all that powder' s gone to waste | |
| Don' t think for a moment dear that we' ll ever be through | |
| I' ll build a bonfire of my dreams | |
| And burn a broken effigy of me and you | |
| chorus |
| zuò cí : Costello | |
| We play these parlour games | |
| We play at make believe | |
| When we get to the part where i say that i' m going to leave | |
| Everybody loves a happy ending but we don' t even try | |
| We go straight past pretending | |
| To the part where everybody loves to cry | |
| chorus | |
| Indoor fireworks | |
| Can still burn your fingers | |
| Indoor fireworks | |
| We swore we were safe as houses | |
| They' re not so spectacular | |
| They don' t burn up in the sky | |
| But they can dazzle or delight | |
| Or bring a tear | |
| When the smoke gets in your eyes | |
| You were the spice of life | |
| The gin in my vermouth | |
| And though the sparks would fly | |
| I thought our love was fireproof | |
| Sometimes we' d fight in public darling | |
| With very little cause | |
| But different kinds of sparks would fly | |
| When we got on our own behind closed doors | |
| chorus | |
| It' s time to tell the truth | |
| These things have to be faced | |
| My fuse is burning out | |
| And all that powder' s gone to waste | |
| Don' t think for a moment dear that we' ll ever be through | |
| I' ll build a bonfire of my dreams | |
| And burn a broken effigy of me and you | |
| chorus |
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