Song | The Talk |
Artist | Erlend Øye |
Album | Unrest |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Torske, Øye | |
And so I'm back and I am stuck here in the same room. | |
A thorough shuffle to the mail my first excuse | |
not to immediately face the day's agenda. | |
Some very awkward words I need be telling you | |
of a feeling that in motion through I've carried | |
for it to be worn off upon return | |
that grew inside me like a credit taken | |
in a currency I could no longer earn. | |
No better way, | |
no other time, | |
no other call, | |
no better line, | |
as soon as now, within your room | |
it can't go on, | |
I'm not in love with you. | |
My mouth has got a funny taste of metal, | |
a pencil line's been drawn upon my face. | |
Weight has come to hang around my shoulders | |
for the knowledge of a doubt I can't erase. | |
Hey boy you never finish what you've started | |
says the man I wanna be who I am not | |
who will sacrifice his part as easy lover | |
to never be the one who holds and drops |
zuo qu : Torske, ye | |
And so I' m back and I am stuck here in the same room. | |
A thorough shuffle to the mail my first excuse | |
not to immediately face the day' s agenda. | |
Some very awkward words I need be telling you | |
of a feeling that in motion through I' ve carried | |
for it to be worn off upon return | |
that grew inside me like a credit taken | |
in a currency I could no longer earn. | |
No better way, | |
no other time, | |
no other call, | |
no better line, | |
as soon as now, within your room | |
it can' t go on, | |
I' m not in love with you. | |
My mouth has got a funny taste of metal, | |
a pencil line' s been drawn upon my face. | |
Weight has come to hang around my shoulders | |
for the knowledge of a doubt I can' t erase. | |
Hey boy you never finish what you' ve started | |
says the man I wanna be who I am not | |
who will sacrifice his part as easy lover | |
to never be the one who holds and drops |
zuò qǔ : Torske, ye | |
And so I' m back and I am stuck here in the same room. | |
A thorough shuffle to the mail my first excuse | |
not to immediately face the day' s agenda. | |
Some very awkward words I need be telling you | |
of a feeling that in motion through I' ve carried | |
for it to be worn off upon return | |
that grew inside me like a credit taken | |
in a currency I could no longer earn. | |
No better way, | |
no other time, | |
no other call, | |
no better line, | |
as soon as now, within your room | |
it can' t go on, | |
I' m not in love with you. | |
My mouth has got a funny taste of metal, | |
a pencil line' s been drawn upon my face. | |
Weight has come to hang around my shoulders | |
for the knowledge of a doubt I can' t erase. | |
Hey boy you never finish what you' ve started | |
says the man I wanna be who I am not | |
who will sacrifice his part as easy lover | |
to never be the one who holds and drops |