Song | Lately I've Let Things Slide |
Artist | Nick Lowe |
Album | The Convincer |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lowe | |
With a growing sense of dread | |
And a hammer in my head | |
Fully clothed upon the bed | |
I wake up to the world that lately I’ve been living in | |
There’s a cut upon my brow | |
Must have banged myself somehow | |
But I can’t remember now | |
And the front door’s open wide | |
Lately I’ve let things slide | |
[Chorus] | |
I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in | |
And pick out the cleanest shirt | |
Then I tell myself again I don’t really hurt | |
Smoking I once quit | |
Now I got one lit I just fell back into it | |
Along with my pride | |
Lately I’ve let things slide | |
[Chorus] | |
I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in | |
Dig out the cleanest shirt | |
When all at once I’m seized again by exquisite hurt | |
[Verse] | |
That untouched takeaway | |
I brought home the other day | |
Has quite a lot to say | |
The evidence is clear only resign, piled high and wide | |
About how lately I’ve, let things slide | |
I’m just about holding on | |
But lately I’ve let things slide |
zuo ci : Lowe | |
With a growing sense of dread | |
And a hammer in my head | |
Fully clothed upon the bed | |
I wake up to the world that lately I' ve been living in | |
There' s a cut upon my brow | |
Must have banged myself somehow | |
But I can' t remember now | |
And the front door' s open wide | |
Lately I' ve let things slide | |
Chorus | |
I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in | |
And pick out the cleanest shirt | |
Then I tell myself again I don' t really hurt | |
Smoking I once quit | |
Now I got one lit I just fell back into it | |
Along with my pride | |
Lately I' ve let things slide | |
Chorus | |
I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in | |
Dig out the cleanest shirt | |
When all at once I' m seized again by exquisite hurt | |
Verse | |
That untouched takeaway | |
I brought home the other day | |
Has quite a lot to say | |
The evidence is clear only resign, piled high and wide | |
About how lately I' ve, let things slide | |
I' m just about holding on | |
But lately I' ve let things slide |
zuò cí : Lowe | |
With a growing sense of dread | |
And a hammer in my head | |
Fully clothed upon the bed | |
I wake up to the world that lately I' ve been living in | |
There' s a cut upon my brow | |
Must have banged myself somehow | |
But I can' t remember now | |
And the front door' s open wide | |
Lately I' ve let things slide | |
Chorus | |
I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in | |
And pick out the cleanest shirt | |
Then I tell myself again I don' t really hurt | |
Smoking I once quit | |
Now I got one lit I just fell back into it | |
Along with my pride | |
Lately I' ve let things slide | |
Chorus | |
I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in | |
Dig out the cleanest shirt | |
When all at once I' m seized again by exquisite hurt | |
Verse | |
That untouched takeaway | |
I brought home the other day | |
Has quite a lot to say | |
The evidence is clear only resign, piled high and wide | |
About how lately I' ve, let things slide | |
I' m just about holding on | |
But lately I' ve let things slide |