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" |