Song | Stay On The Phone |
Artist | The New Amsterdams |
Album | Para Toda Vida |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Pryor | |
One waitress | |
Outside of, | |
Phone booth, South Carolina | |
Sits, keeps killing time | |
Rolls her eyes | |
Roll of dimes | |
Speak of this sick surrounding sin | |
Tears me from limb to limb, within | |
I don't know how to let it go | |
This far away from home | |
One word was mistaken | |
Context that it was taken from | |
Write it down | |
Must be sound | |
Must be true | |
I hope you can hear me | |
My only sanctuary asks | |
Why am I here? | |
Why aren't I home? | |
As the line builds for the phone | |
I want it all | |
Work to a fault | |
That breaks us in two | |
And always at play | |
The end of the day | |
I'm alone and so are you | |
Old stories | |
Gas stations | |
Repeating conversations | |
Still, I can't speak long | |
The show has to go on | |
At best I, might question | |
The focus of my attention | |
Though, you know that I could bring it down | |
I want it all | |
Work to a fault | |
That breaks us in two | |
And always at play | |
The end of the day | |
I'm alone and so are you | |
One waitress, invading | |
But I'm content to make her wait | |
It's all I have | |
So far from home | |
Oh please stay on the phone |
zuo qu : Pryor | |
One waitress | |
Outside of, | |
Phone booth, South Carolina | |
Sits, keeps killing time | |
Rolls her eyes | |
Roll of dimes | |
Speak of this sick surrounding sin | |
Tears me from limb to limb, within | |
I don' t know how to let it go | |
This far away from home | |
One word was mistaken | |
Context that it was taken from | |
Write it down | |
Must be sound | |
Must be true | |
I hope you can hear me | |
My only sanctuary asks | |
Why am I here? | |
Why aren' t I home? | |
As the line builds for the phone | |
I want it all | |
Work to a fault | |
That breaks us in two | |
And always at play | |
The end of the day | |
I' m alone and so are you | |
Old stories | |
Gas stations | |
Repeating conversations | |
Still, I can' t speak long | |
The show has to go on | |
At best I, might question | |
The focus of my attention | |
Though, you know that I could bring it down | |
I want it all | |
Work to a fault | |
That breaks us in two | |
And always at play | |
The end of the day | |
I' m alone and so are you | |
One waitress, invading | |
But I' m content to make her wait | |
It' s all I have | |
So far from home | |
Oh please stay on the phone |
zuò qǔ : Pryor | |
One waitress | |
Outside of, | |
Phone booth, South Carolina | |
Sits, keeps killing time | |
Rolls her eyes | |
Roll of dimes | |
Speak of this sick surrounding sin | |
Tears me from limb to limb, within | |
I don' t know how to let it go | |
This far away from home | |
One word was mistaken | |
Context that it was taken from | |
Write it down | |
Must be sound | |
Must be true | |
I hope you can hear me | |
My only sanctuary asks | |
Why am I here? | |
Why aren' t I home? | |
As the line builds for the phone | |
I want it all | |
Work to a fault | |
That breaks us in two | |
And always at play | |
The end of the day | |
I' m alone and so are you | |
Old stories | |
Gas stations | |
Repeating conversations | |
Still, I can' t speak long | |
The show has to go on | |
At best I, might question | |
The focus of my attention | |
Though, you know that I could bring it down | |
I want it all | |
Work to a fault | |
That breaks us in two | |
And always at play | |
The end of the day | |
I' m alone and so are you | |
One waitress, invading | |
But I' m content to make her wait | |
It' s all I have | |
So far from home | |
Oh please stay on the phone |