| Song | Stay Close Sit Tight |
| Artist | Malcolm Middleton |
| Album | A Brighter Beat |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Middleton | |
| I can feel stuff coming | |
| I'm scared of a life of pain | |
| Just around the corner is sadness and misery | |
| Tomorrow I can die | |
| Today I need to sort this out | |
| Start with the kitchen, then the bedroom, then my family | |
| I can feel depression coming | |
| It always starts with the clouds | |
| Then the fear of phones and mirrors | |
| And not wanting you around | |
| You stay close | |
| You sit tight | |
| Don't be so far away tonight | |
| I may be bad | |
| And I may be wrong | |
| But you know I won't stay this way for long | |
| Then I remember | |
| That you remind me | |
| I do have have some stuff to look forward to | |
| Like those replica screaming eyes | |
| That are going to look to me | |
| To tuck them in at night and raise them right | |
| You stay close | |
| You sit tight | |
| Don't be so far away tonight | |
| I may be bad | |
| And I may be wrong | |
| But you know I won't stay this way for long | |
| Don't call me | |
| Beause I wont pick up the phone | |
| Don't come around | |
| Because I probably won't be home | |
| There's this little thing that is mundane and a bore | |
| It locks me up and stares me out and drills a hole | |
| Don't invite me | |
| I'm safer where I am | |
| It's best not to make plans | |
| Because I'll just agree and then cancel | |
| There's this little thing that is mundane and a bore | |
| It locks me up and stares me out and drills a hole | |
| You stay close | |
| You sit tight | |
| Don't be so far away tonight | |
| I may be bad | |
| And I may be wrong | |
| But you know I won't stay this way for long |
| zuo qu : Middleton | |
| I can feel stuff coming | |
| I' m scared of a life of pain | |
| Just around the corner is sadness and misery | |
| Tomorrow I can die | |
| Today I need to sort this out | |
| Start with the kitchen, then the bedroom, then my family | |
| I can feel depression coming | |
| It always starts with the clouds | |
| Then the fear of phones and mirrors | |
| And not wanting you around | |
| You stay close | |
| You sit tight | |
| Don' t be so far away tonight | |
| I may be bad | |
| And I may be wrong | |
| But you know I won' t stay this way for long | |
| Then I remember | |
| That you remind me | |
| I do have have some stuff to look forward to | |
| Like those replica screaming eyes | |
| That are going to look to me | |
| To tuck them in at night and raise them right | |
| You stay close | |
| You sit tight | |
| Don' t be so far away tonight | |
| I may be bad | |
| And I may be wrong | |
| But you know I won' t stay this way for long | |
| Don' t call me | |
| Beause I wont pick up the phone | |
| Don' t come around | |
| Because I probably won' t be home | |
| There' s this little thing that is mundane and a bore | |
| It locks me up and stares me out and drills a hole | |
| Don' t invite me | |
| I' m safer where I am | |
| It' s best not to make plans | |
| Because I' ll just agree and then cancel | |
| There' s this little thing that is mundane and a bore | |
| It locks me up and stares me out and drills a hole | |
| You stay close | |
| You sit tight | |
| Don' t be so far away tonight | |
| I may be bad | |
| And I may be wrong | |
| But you know I won' t stay this way for long |
| zuò qǔ : Middleton | |
| I can feel stuff coming | |
| I' m scared of a life of pain | |
| Just around the corner is sadness and misery | |
| Tomorrow I can die | |
| Today I need to sort this out | |
| Start with the kitchen, then the bedroom, then my family | |
| I can feel depression coming | |
| It always starts with the clouds | |
| Then the fear of phones and mirrors | |
| And not wanting you around | |
| You stay close | |
| You sit tight | |
| Don' t be so far away tonight | |
| I may be bad | |
| And I may be wrong | |
| But you know I won' t stay this way for long | |
| Then I remember | |
| That you remind me | |
| I do have have some stuff to look forward to | |
| Like those replica screaming eyes | |
| That are going to look to me | |
| To tuck them in at night and raise them right | |
| You stay close | |
| You sit tight | |
| Don' t be so far away tonight | |
| I may be bad | |
| And I may be wrong | |
| But you know I won' t stay this way for long | |
| Don' t call me | |
| Beause I wont pick up the phone | |
| Don' t come around | |
| Because I probably won' t be home | |
| There' s this little thing that is mundane and a bore | |
| It locks me up and stares me out and drills a hole | |
| Don' t invite me | |
| I' m safer where I am | |
| It' s best not to make plans | |
| Because I' ll just agree and then cancel | |
| There' s this little thing that is mundane and a bore | |
| It locks me up and stares me out and drills a hole | |
| You stay close | |
| You sit tight | |
| Don' t be so far away tonight | |
| I may be bad | |
| And I may be wrong | |
| But you know I won' t stay this way for long |