The House Always Wins

	作词 : Clientele, MacLean
	So wake up and smell the scent on your skin
	The night breathes easily, the subway's wind
	Carries me back
	Brings me all the way back in
	Here's a car that we can drive, come on, get in
	Through the night that rolls in every room
	You're too beautiful to love these plastic things, my friend
	Lord, I'll be coming 'round so soon
	And I see the sad young friend has gone away
	With his promises, his speeches and his poems
	But the fields have drifted in to fill his space
	Like ghosts, like ghosts
	Here's a car that we can drive, come on, get in
	Through the night that rolls in every room
	You're too beautiful to love these plastic things, my friend
	Lord, I'll be coming 'round so soon
	And I remember afternoons inside your mother's house
	Us skipping school and getting high inside
	But I can't even think about anymore
	I can't fit my words inside
	The afternoons were grey and overwhelming as they fell
	To fused lamps and September's clarity
	The way back home is lost to us forever in the night
	And the leaves, the falling leaves
	Here's a car that we can drive, come on, get in
	Through the night that rolls in every room
	You're too beautiful to love these plastic things, my friend
	Lord, I'll be coming 'round so soon

	zuò cí : Clientele, MacLean
	So wake up and smell the scent on your skin
	The night breathes easily, the subway' s wind
	Carries me back
	Brings me all the way back in
	Here' s a car that we can drive, come on, get in
	Through the night that rolls in every room
	You' re too beautiful to love these plastic things, my friend
	Lord, I' ll be coming ' round so soon
	And I see the sad young friend has gone away
	With his promises, his speeches and his poems
	But the fields have drifted in to fill his space
	Like ghosts, like ghosts
	Here' s a car that we can drive, come on, get in
	Through the night that rolls in every room
	You' re too beautiful to love these plastic things, my friend
	Lord, I' ll be coming ' round so soon
	And I remember afternoons inside your mother' s house
	Us skipping school and getting high inside
	But I can' t even think about anymore
	I can' t fit my words inside
	The afternoons were grey and overwhelming as they fell
	To fused lamps and September' s clarity
	The way back home is lost to us forever in the night
	And the leaves, the falling leaves
	Here' s a car that we can drive, come on, get in
	Through the night that rolls in every room
	You' re too beautiful to love these plastic things, my friend
	Lord, I' ll be coming ' round so soon