Song | 3 Month Weekend |
Artist | No Use for a Name |
Album | Making Friends |
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作词 : No Use for a Name | |
It's a Thursday morning, four a.m. | |
and you won't let me go | |
if tomorrow comes I guess I'll never know | |
even in the darkest hour it's the brightest | |
time of day | |
even when I go to bed I'm still awake | |
Eyes held up with toothpicks | |
and my jaw is going off | |
I will never leave you or | |
admit that I was wrong | |
There's so many things I'd like to say, | |
I'm foaming at the mouth | |
maybe I could write, | |
my pen is hollowed out | |
I've got ideas and inventions | |
and I'd use them if I could | |
Stop waking up the next day | |
when they're all no good | |
Please don't say another word | |
I know your story well | |
conversations take two | |
but I'm talking to myself | |
Now I need an alibi and everything I did was true | |
but every word I said was just a lie |
zuo ci : No Use for a Name | |
It' s a Thursday morning, four a. m. | |
and you won' t let me go | |
if tomorrow comes I guess I' ll never know | |
even in the darkest hour it' s the brightest | |
time of day | |
even when I go to bed I' m still awake | |
Eyes held up with toothpicks | |
and my jaw is going off | |
I will never leave you or | |
admit that I was wrong | |
There' s so many things I' d like to say, | |
I' m foaming at the mouth | |
maybe I could write, | |
my pen is hollowed out | |
I' ve got ideas and inventions | |
and I' d use them if I could | |
Stop waking up the next day | |
when they' re all no good | |
Please don' t say another word | |
I know your story well | |
conversations take two | |
but I' m talking to myself | |
Now I need an alibi and everything I did was true | |
but every word I said was just a lie |
zuò cí : No Use for a Name | |
It' s a Thursday morning, four a. m. | |
and you won' t let me go | |
if tomorrow comes I guess I' ll never know | |
even in the darkest hour it' s the brightest | |
time of day | |
even when I go to bed I' m still awake | |
Eyes held up with toothpicks | |
and my jaw is going off | |
I will never leave you or | |
admit that I was wrong | |
There' s so many things I' d like to say, | |
I' m foaming at the mouth | |
maybe I could write, | |
my pen is hollowed out | |
I' ve got ideas and inventions | |
and I' d use them if I could | |
Stop waking up the next day | |
when they' re all no good | |
Please don' t say another word | |
I know your story well | |
conversations take two | |
but I' m talking to myself | |
Now I need an alibi and everything I did was true | |
but every word I said was just a lie |