| Song | Poetry by Dead Men |
| Artist | Sara Bareilles |
| Album | Amidst the Chaos |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Sara Bareilles/Justin Tranter |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Sara Bareilles/Justin Tranter |
| [00:12.108] | By the time you hear this, I'll be in the rearview mirror |
| [00:17.776] | I'll even wear that green dress you like so when I disappear |
| [00:23.811] | You can turn around, one last look at the girl you lost in time |
| [00:29.401] | Your turn to make up your mind between the two roads |
| [00:35.540] | Go and take some more time, but me and mine must go |
| [00:41.208] | I tried to wait it out, no more |
| [00:43.690] | Can't find the man I was waiting for |
| [00:47.242] | I wanted to be your girl in a white T-shirt |
| [00:51.840] | Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon |
| [00:55.575] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [00:59.076] | I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin |
| [01:04.274] | Stirring in the cinnamon |
| [01:07.278] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [01:13.548] | (While you read me poetry by dead men) |
| [01:16.552] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [01:22.429] | By the time you hear this, who knows where I might be |
| [01:27.758] | Singing 'bout another near-miss love that ended incomplete |
| [01:34.002] | I was ready, but you weren't |
| [01:36.196] | So jump with your net from this bridge you burned |
| [01:40.140] | I wanted to tell you things |
| [01:43.092] | All the secrets I've been keeping |
| [01:45.861] | I saw it in front of me, but then you just kept disappearing |
| [01:51.242] | A good dream, almost |
| [01:54.560] | Now I tell your ghost |
| [01:56.989] | I wanted to be your girl in a white T-shirt |
| [02:01.717] | Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon |
| [02:05.793] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [02:09.319] | I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin |
| [02:14.465] | Stirring in the cinnamon |
| [02:17.469] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [02:23.321] | (While you read me poetry by dead men) |
| [02:26.429] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [02:32.150] | Line after line, the words just live to remind |
| [02:37.244] | The two of us, what we could have been |
| [02:40.901] | Poetry by dead men |
| [02:43.905] | Fire from ember, how could I make you remember? |
| [02:49.469] | With a turn of a phrase, would you turn to me if I say |
| [02:55.530] | I still want to be your girl? |
| [03:00.963] | I still want to be your girl in a white T-shirt |
| [03:06.214] | Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon |
| [03:10.106] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [03:13.711] | I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin |
| [03:18.883] | Stirring in the cinnamon |
| [03:21.783] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [03:27.739] | (While you read me poetry by dead men) |
| [03:30.743] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Sara Bareilles Justin Tranter |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Sara Bareilles Justin Tranter |
| [00:12.108] | By the time you hear this, I' ll be in the rearview mirror |
| [00:17.776] | I' ll even wear that green dress you like so when I disappear |
| [00:23.811] | You can turn around, one last look at the girl you lost in time |
| [00:29.401] | Your turn to make up your mind between the two roads |
| [00:35.540] | Go and take some more time, but me and mine must go |
| [00:41.208] | I tried to wait it out, no more |
| [00:43.690] | Can' t find the man I was waiting for |
| [00:47.242] | I wanted to be your girl in a white Tshirt |
| [00:51.840] | Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon |
| [00:55.575] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [00:59.076] | I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin |
| [01:04.274] | Stirring in the cinnamon |
| [01:07.278] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [01:13.548] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [01:16.552] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [01:22.429] | By the time you hear this, who knows where I might be |
| [01:27.758] | Singing ' bout another nearmiss love that ended incomplete |
| [01:34.002] | I was ready, but you weren' t |
| [01:36.196] | So jump with your net from this bridge you burned |
| [01:40.140] | I wanted to tell you things |
| [01:43.092] | All the secrets I' ve been keeping |
| [01:45.861] | I saw it in front of me, but then you just kept disappearing |
| [01:51.242] | A good dream, almost |
| [01:54.560] | Now I tell your ghost |
| [01:56.989] | I wanted to be your girl in a white Tshirt |
| [02:01.717] | Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon |
| [02:05.793] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [02:09.319] | I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin |
| [02:14.465] | Stirring in the cinnamon |
| [02:17.469] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [02:23.321] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [02:26.429] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [02:32.150] | Line after line, the words just live to remind |
| [02:37.244] | The two of us, what we could have been |
| [02:40.901] | Poetry by dead men |
| [02:43.905] | Fire from ember, how could I make you remember? |
| [02:49.469] | With a turn of a phrase, would you turn to me if I say |
| [02:55.530] | I still want to be your girl? |
| [03:00.963] | I still want to be your girl in a white Tshirt |
| [03:06.214] | Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon |
| [03:10.106] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [03:13.711] | I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin |
| [03:18.883] | Stirring in the cinnamon |
| [03:21.783] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [03:27.739] | While you read me poetry by dead men |
| [03:30.743] | While you read me poetry by dead men |