| Song | A Makeover |
| Artist | Shearwater |
| Album | Winged Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Meiburg, Sheff | |
| It's like a makeover when the filming's over | |
| And she doesn't know | |
| How to fix it so that it'll stay | |
| And she can't figure out | |
| How to tease out her hair that way herself | |
| And when she wakes up all the make-up | |
| Has rubbed away | |
| And she doesn't know how to find her face | |
| It was only for one single day | |
| That you looked so beautiful, baby | |
| Now your cheeks have gone pale | |
| And your roots dark gray | |
| And though they nod as they notice you're nice | |
| Baby, nobody's noticing twice | |
| Dim the lights as your memory of paradise fades | |
| I'm like an architect who cashed his check | |
| But he doesn't let on | |
| That it's the last one he'll get | |
| Though he knows the funds have run dry | |
| He wants to have fun for one final night | |
| Staring out at a skyline that he'll never change | |
| They're saying, "Though we like all things that you've made | |
| Notice no one remembers your name | |
| As you float through time | |
| Feel your powers decline day by day | |
| You're like a convert who goes back to work | |
| When he can't retrieve how the clarity actually felt | |
| When his co-workers ask him the words won't come out | |
| And in three weeks his new leaf has blown away | |
| And it feels just like an average day | |
| Facing walls talking into the phone | |
| Sitting dumbly in church all alone Picking back up the magazines he'd thrown away | |
| Well, convert, what your god whispered into youl ear | |
| You forgot once that god disappeared | |
| And that life-changing day | |
| Well, you just felt it fade | |
| But, of course you know, it's got to fade | |
| You know it's got to fade | |
| Oh you know, it's got to fade" | |
| And, falling down on the couch, he says | |
| "It's perfectly that way" |
| zuo qu : Meiburg, Sheff | |
| It' s like a makeover when the filming' s over | |
| And she doesn' t know | |
| How to fix it so that it' ll stay | |
| And she can' t figure out | |
| How to tease out her hair that way herself | |
| And when she wakes up all the makeup | |
| Has rubbed away | |
| And she doesn' t know how to find her face | |
| It was only for one single day | |
| That you looked so beautiful, baby | |
| Now your cheeks have gone pale | |
| And your roots dark gray | |
| And though they nod as they notice you' re nice | |
| Baby, nobody' s noticing twice | |
| Dim the lights as your memory of paradise fades | |
| I' m like an architect who cashed his check | |
| But he doesn' t let on | |
| That it' s the last one he' ll get | |
| Though he knows the funds have run dry | |
| He wants to have fun for one final night | |
| Staring out at a skyline that he' ll never change | |
| They' re saying, " Though we like all things that you' ve made | |
| Notice no one remembers your name | |
| As you float through time | |
| Feel your powers decline day by day | |
| You' re like a convert who goes back to work | |
| When he can' t retrieve how the clarity actually felt | |
| When his coworkers ask him the words won' t come out | |
| And in three weeks his new leaf has blown away | |
| And it feels just like an average day | |
| Facing walls talking into the phone | |
| Sitting dumbly in church all alone Picking back up the magazines he' d thrown away | |
| Well, convert, what your god whispered into youl ear | |
| You forgot once that god disappeared | |
| And that lifechanging day | |
| Well, you just felt it fade | |
| But, of course you know, it' s got to fade | |
| You know it' s got to fade | |
| Oh you know, it' s got to fade" | |
| And, falling down on the couch, he says | |
| " It' s perfectly that way" |
| zuò qǔ : Meiburg, Sheff | |
| It' s like a makeover when the filming' s over | |
| And she doesn' t know | |
| How to fix it so that it' ll stay | |
| And she can' t figure out | |
| How to tease out her hair that way herself | |
| And when she wakes up all the makeup | |
| Has rubbed away | |
| And she doesn' t know how to find her face | |
| It was only for one single day | |
| That you looked so beautiful, baby | |
| Now your cheeks have gone pale | |
| And your roots dark gray | |
| And though they nod as they notice you' re nice | |
| Baby, nobody' s noticing twice | |
| Dim the lights as your memory of paradise fades | |
| I' m like an architect who cashed his check | |
| But he doesn' t let on | |
| That it' s the last one he' ll get | |
| Though he knows the funds have run dry | |
| He wants to have fun for one final night | |
| Staring out at a skyline that he' ll never change | |
| They' re saying, " Though we like all things that you' ve made | |
| Notice no one remembers your name | |
| As you float through time | |
| Feel your powers decline day by day | |
| You' re like a convert who goes back to work | |
| When he can' t retrieve how the clarity actually felt | |
| When his coworkers ask him the words won' t come out | |
| And in three weeks his new leaf has blown away | |
| And it feels just like an average day | |
| Facing walls talking into the phone | |
| Sitting dumbly in church all alone Picking back up the magazines he' d thrown away | |
| Well, convert, what your god whispered into youl ear | |
| You forgot once that god disappeared | |
| And that lifechanging day | |
| Well, you just felt it fade | |
| But, of course you know, it' s got to fade | |
| You know it' s got to fade | |
| Oh you know, it' s got to fade" | |
| And, falling down on the couch, he says | |
| " It' s perfectly that way" |