[00:00.000] 作曲 : Adrian Borland
[00:20.070] In your room, stuck in a heat,
[00:29.026] As if the power of the sun
[00:31.773] Was all being spent in one noon
[00:38.118] You woke with your head the wrong end of the bed.
[00:43.103] You stair at the phone as it rings,
[00:47.362] But right now two yards is two yards too far for you,
[00:56.538] And you feel the summer burning little holes
[01:07.120] In every sense
[01:10.307] That you've got and you've seen the ceiling turning
[01:23.074] On a dark ride that won't let you off.
[01:30.565]
[01:46.896] In your room, high above the streets,
[01:56.103] Your patience is stretched snap taut as a drum
[02:05.010] Soon don't mean soon, it just slips off her tongue
[02:10.026] And the waiting makes statues that crack when
[02:13.445] She comes,
[02:14.624] And you shake . . . you need her to come,
[02:23.445] And you feel something burning, it's your dignity,
[02:36.201] It's seen how far you can fall and you feel
[02:45.355] The hours turning into centuries full of nothing at all
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[03:13.777] In your room, alone on the sheets,
[03:22.678] Skin so pale it glows opaque in the night
[03:31.821] Dawn will soon come, the darkness be gone.
[03:36.942] Along with the crutches it takes to feel strong,
[03:41.098] Still your fear will be dragged into the light,
[03:50.268] And deep down inside you are burning
[03:58.395] With the hatred of what you've become,
[04:07.968] And you fear that you're turning into something
[04:21.194] Instead of someone.
[04:26.590] Room 83, it's the one you never leave,
[04:35.387] It's a little piece of hell, your Spanish hotel
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