Song | The Awful Truth of Loving |
Artist | Rainer Maria |
Album | Long Knives Drawn |
作词 : Rainer Maria | |
started out good | |
started out bad | |
still wanted a taste | |
of what I already had | |
the fruit is golden | |
when it falls from the tree | |
and it's spoiled by the time it gets to me | |
it's a dilemma | |
of girls and boys for centuries | |
should I be with you? | |
should I forget about me? | |
first it feels right | |
then you stay up all night worrying | |
it's the awful truth of loving | |
could've been noble | |
but it started out fast | |
they say that kind of thing | |
will never last | |
the peach is perfect | |
when it falls from the tree | |
and bruised by the time it gets to me | |
it's a dilemma | |
of boys and girls for centuries | |
do I really know you? | |
do you really need me? | |
first it feels right | |
then you write a novel worrying | |
about the awful truth of loving | |
and by the time | |
you bide your time | |
a year goes by | |
and you don't act any older | |
I wanted to be sweet | |
so you won't disappoint me | |
I wanted to be sweet | |
so you won't disappoint me | |
and when the stakes are high | |
I'm careless with the dice | |
and now it seems like | |
I'm pushing my luck all the time | |
and all that we were thinking | |
is about individuality |
zuò cí : Rainer Maria | |
started out good | |
started out bad | |
still wanted a taste | |
of what I already had | |
the fruit is golden | |
when it falls from the tree | |
and it' s spoiled by the time it gets to me | |
it' s a dilemma | |
of girls and boys for centuries | |
should I be with you? | |
should I forget about me? | |
first it feels right | |
then you stay up all night worrying | |
it' s the awful truth of loving | |
could' ve been noble | |
but it started out fast | |
they say that kind of thing | |
will never last | |
the peach is perfect | |
when it falls from the tree | |
and bruised by the time it gets to me | |
it' s a dilemma | |
of boys and girls for centuries | |
do I really know you? | |
do you really need me? | |
first it feels right | |
then you write a novel worrying | |
about the awful truth of loving | |
and by the time | |
you bide your time | |
a year goes by | |
and you don' t act any older | |
I wanted to be sweet | |
so you won' t disappoint me | |
I wanted to be sweet | |
so you won' t disappoint me | |
and when the stakes are high | |
I' m careless with the dice | |
and now it seems like | |
I' m pushing my luck all the time | |
and all that we were thinking | |
is about individuality |