| Song | Since K Got Over Me |
| Artist | The Clientele |
| Album | Strange Geometry |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Clientele, MacLean | |
| Juliet, I get on my knees | |
| Speaking in tongues in a washed out sun in perfect clarity | |
| But I get so delirious, I think my sides will split | |
| Standing on the sidewalk, sometimes it's as if | |
| I don't think I'll be happy anyway | |
| Just scratching out my name | |
| And everything so lucid and so creepy | |
| Since K got over me, since K got over me | |
| All my senses sharp, my hands are fists, I'm pretty tired of making lists | |
| It's just this emptiness I can't chase it away | |
| And when the evening paints the streets, when the evening paints the streets | |
| It's like walking on a trampoline | |
| I don't think I'll be happy anyway | |
| Just scratching out my name | |
| And everything so vivid and so creepy | |
| Since K got over me, since K got over me | |
| Theres a hole inside my skull | |
| With warm air blowing in | |
| Standing on the sidewalk | |
| Where do I begin? | |
| I don't think I’ll be happy anymore | |
| I guess I closed that door | |
| But every night, a strange geometry | |
| Since K got over me, since K got over me |
| zuo ci : Clientele, MacLean | |
| Juliet, I get on my knees | |
| Speaking in tongues in a washed out sun in perfect clarity | |
| But I get so delirious, I think my sides will split | |
| Standing on the sidewalk, sometimes it' s as if | |
| I don' t think I' ll be happy anyway | |
| Just scratching out my name | |
| And everything so lucid and so creepy | |
| Since K got over me, since K got over me | |
| All my senses sharp, my hands are fists, I' m pretty tired of making lists | |
| It' s just this emptiness I can' t chase it away | |
| And when the evening paints the streets, when the evening paints the streets | |
| It' s like walking on a trampoline | |
| I don' t think I' ll be happy anyway | |
| Just scratching out my name | |
| And everything so vivid and so creepy | |
| Since K got over me, since K got over me | |
| Theres a hole inside my skull | |
| With warm air blowing in | |
| Standing on the sidewalk | |
| Where do I begin? | |
| I don' t think I' ll be happy anymore | |
| I guess I closed that door | |
| But every night, a strange geometry | |
| Since K got over me, since K got over me |
| zuò cí : Clientele, MacLean | |
| Juliet, I get on my knees | |
| Speaking in tongues in a washed out sun in perfect clarity | |
| But I get so delirious, I think my sides will split | |
| Standing on the sidewalk, sometimes it' s as if | |
| I don' t think I' ll be happy anyway | |
| Just scratching out my name | |
| And everything so lucid and so creepy | |
| Since K got over me, since K got over me | |
| All my senses sharp, my hands are fists, I' m pretty tired of making lists | |
| It' s just this emptiness I can' t chase it away | |
| And when the evening paints the streets, when the evening paints the streets | |
| It' s like walking on a trampoline | |
| I don' t think I' ll be happy anyway | |
| Just scratching out my name | |
| And everything so vivid and so creepy | |
| Since K got over me, since K got over me | |
| Theres a hole inside my skull | |
| With warm air blowing in | |
| Standing on the sidewalk | |
| Where do I begin? | |
| I don' t think I' ll be happy anymore | |
| I guess I closed that door | |
| But every night, a strange geometry | |
| Since K got over me, since K got over me |