作曲 : Naomi | |
You're waiting for your personal big bang | |
Waiting for your personal big bang | |
Contemplating what you want | |
Hating what you've got | |
Waiting for your personal big bang | |
Is this a good day? How can you tell | |
The girl in the stupid dress is wearing it well | |
She's making her exit, she's leaving a scent | |
Of rainfall and corn flakes, of nights being spent | |
You keep reading the paper, keep scanning the crowd | |
All the while wondering what you're about | |
And what is important, and whether you're real | |
And where you are headed, and who's at the wheel | |
You're waiting for your personal big bang | |
Waiting for your personal big bang | |
Contemplating what you want | |
Hating what you've got | |
Waiting for your personal big bang | |
You feel like pretending even when you're not | |
What makes people peaceful? What have they got? | |
Maybe a novel, maybe a song | |
But even the first lines come out all wrong | |
Maybe be famous, maybe just hang | |
Trying to make contact, but the phone never rang | |
The movie was boring, the weather's a drag | |
But the sun would change nothin', the heavens still sag | |
You're waiting for your personal big bang | |
Waiting for your personal big bang | |
Contemplating what you want | |
Hating what you've got | |
Waiting for your personal big bang | |
Waiting, dreaming, doing absolutely nothing |
zuo qu : Naomi | |
You' re waiting for your personal big bang | |
Waiting for your personal big bang | |
Contemplating what you want | |
Hating what you' ve got | |
Waiting for your personal big bang | |
Is this a good day? How can you tell | |
The girl in the stupid dress is wearing it well | |
She' s making her exit, she' s leaving a scent | |
Of rainfall and corn flakes, of nights being spent | |
You keep reading the paper, keep scanning the crowd | |
All the while wondering what you' re about | |
And what is important, and whether you' re real | |
And where you are headed, and who' s at the wheel | |
You' re waiting for your personal big bang | |
Waiting for your personal big bang | |
Contemplating what you want | |
Hating what you' ve got | |
Waiting for your personal big bang | |
You feel like pretending even when you' re not | |
What makes people peaceful? What have they got? | |
Maybe a novel, maybe a song | |
But even the first lines come out all wrong | |
Maybe be famous, maybe just hang | |
Trying to make contact, but the phone never rang | |
The movie was boring, the weather' s a drag | |
But the sun would change nothin', the heavens still sag | |
You' re waiting for your personal big bang | |
Waiting for your personal big bang | |
Contemplating what you want | |
Hating what you' ve got | |
Waiting for your personal big bang | |
Waiting, dreaming, doing absolutely nothing |
zuò qǔ : Naomi | |
You' re waiting for your personal big bang | |
Waiting for your personal big bang | |
Contemplating what you want | |
Hating what you' ve got | |
Waiting for your personal big bang | |
Is this a good day? How can you tell | |
The girl in the stupid dress is wearing it well | |
She' s making her exit, she' s leaving a scent | |
Of rainfall and corn flakes, of nights being spent | |
You keep reading the paper, keep scanning the crowd | |
All the while wondering what you' re about | |
And what is important, and whether you' re real | |
And where you are headed, and who' s at the wheel | |
You' re waiting for your personal big bang | |
Waiting for your personal big bang | |
Contemplating what you want | |
Hating what you' ve got | |
Waiting for your personal big bang | |
You feel like pretending even when you' re not | |
What makes people peaceful? What have they got? | |
Maybe a novel, maybe a song | |
But even the first lines come out all wrong | |
Maybe be famous, maybe just hang | |
Trying to make contact, but the phone never rang | |
The movie was boring, the weather' s a drag | |
But the sun would change nothin', the heavens still sag | |
You' re waiting for your personal big bang | |
Waiting for your personal big bang | |
Contemplating what you want | |
Hating what you' ve got | |
Waiting for your personal big bang | |
Waiting, dreaming, doing absolutely nothing |