| Song | I Would Have Waited Here All Day |
| Artist | Lambchop |
| Album | Damaged |
| 作曲 : Wagner | |
| There are dishes in the sink this morning | |
| They remind me of a dream | |
| There are coffee cups and empty glasses | |
| I laid next to a wet sponge | |
| I casually accept the image | |
| As something that I've seen | |
| I'm cooking breakfast | |
| You're on my radio | |
| You're dripping wet from a mid day shower | |
| Soon you'll be drying off your dick | |
| I want to be romantic about it | |
| But there's really not much more to it | |
| I slip into the clothes that you bought me | |
| And I pull on my new boots | |
| I wait for you to call | |
| On your way home from work | |
| I'm saving up my moments | |
| For the next time that we meet | |
| You're cherry red I'm a kick in the head | |
| And for this I thought I would probably receive | |
| The afternoon is a study in stagnation | |
| Seems I haven't moved an inch | |
| I guess it stems from a form of frustration | |
| And how we never get enough | |
| I check my watch and I scratch my head | |
| And I walk out on the deck | |
| I reach into my pocket book | |
| And I light my last cigarette | |
| I'm saving up my moments | |
| For the next time that we meet | |
| You're cherry red I'm a kick in the head | |
| And for this I thought you would probably receive | |
| My favorite hour of any day | |
| Is the one before you get home | |
| A fading sense of anticipation | |
| Is something I've come to know | |
| I do not doubt and we will wait it out | |
| I would have waited here all day | |
| You pull around the corner | |
| And you park in my driveway | |
| You pull around the corner | |
| It's been a lousy day |
| zuò qǔ : Wagner | |
| There are dishes in the sink this morning | |
| They remind me of a dream | |
| There are coffee cups and empty glasses | |
| I laid next to a wet sponge | |
| I casually accept the image | |
| As something that I' ve seen | |
| I' m cooking breakfast | |
| You' re on my radio | |
| You' re dripping wet from a mid day shower | |
| Soon you' ll be drying off your dick | |
| I want to be romantic about it | |
| But there' s really not much more to it | |
| I slip into the clothes that you bought me | |
| And I pull on my new boots | |
| I wait for you to call | |
| On your way home from work | |
| I' m saving up my moments | |
| For the next time that we meet | |
| You' re cherry red I' m a kick in the head | |
| And for this I thought I would probably receive | |
| The afternoon is a study in stagnation | |
| Seems I haven' t moved an inch | |
| I guess it stems from a form of frustration | |
| And how we never get enough | |
| I check my watch and I scratch my head | |
| And I walk out on the deck | |
| I reach into my pocket book | |
| And I light my last cigarette | |
| I' m saving up my moments | |
| For the next time that we meet | |
| You' re cherry red I' m a kick in the head | |
| And for this I thought you would probably receive | |
| My favorite hour of any day | |
| Is the one before you get home | |
| A fading sense of anticipation | |
| Is something I' ve come to know | |
| I do not doubt and we will wait it out | |
| I would have waited here all day | |
| You pull around the corner | |
| And you park in my driveway | |
| You pull around the corner | |
| It' s been a lousy day |