| 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 |