作曲 : Fein, Wraight
Strange winds are blowing me
Down this way
There's no prize in sight but the pain in my feet
But I won't remember after tonight
The clock turns red and the word on the street
Is that we are getting ready to leave
Behind me, I've forgotten to check all of the things
That somehow now I don't seem to need
Stepping over broken doors down in the streets
All the chairs and tables lay on their sides
We have to turn them over and stand them upright
So we can leave them on their feet for the night
So we can leave them on their feet for the night
So we can leave them on their feet for the ni-i-ight
So we can leave them on their feet for the night
So we can leave them on their feet for the ni-i-ight
Take us apart and put us back together right
So we can leave on our feet in the ni-i-ight
Take us apart and put us back together right
So we can leave on our feet in the ni-i-ight
So we can leave them on their feet for the night
So we can leave them on their feet for the ni-i-ight
So we can leave them on their feet for the night
So we can leave them on their feet for the ni-i-ight
Take us apart and put us back together right
So we can leave on our feet in the ni-i-ight
Take us apart and put us back together right
So we can leave on our feet in the ni-i-ight