| Song | False Alarm |
| Artist | Jay-Jay Johanson |
| Album | She Doesn't Live Here Anymore |
| [00:13.55] | I'm trying to put this thing to bed |
| [00:18.21] | I've drugged it in its sleep |
| [00:21.94] | There isn't many memories |
| [00:25.92] | I'm comfortable to keep |
| [00:28.11] | |
| [00:29.63] | This ball keeps rolling on |
| [00:33.26] | It's heading for the streets |
| [00:36.93] | Keep expecting you to send for me |
| [00:41.39] | The invitation never comes |
| [00:45.06] | |
| [00:56.65] | Each time I turn around |
| [00:59.88] | There's nothing there at all |
| [01:03.62] | So tell me why I feel like |
| [01:07.61] | I'm up against a wall |
| [01:10.62] | |
| [01:11.55] | But maybe it's a flase alarm |
| [01:15.21] | And all the answers sound the same |
| [01:18.94] | Just colours bleeding into one |
| [01:22.85] | That hasn't have a name |
| [01:26.41] | Maybe I can't see |
| [01:30.17] | Maybe it's just me |
| [01:36.08] | |
| [01:44.65] | Now the curtain's coming up |
| [01:49.00] | The audience is still |
| [01:52.75] | I'm struggling to cater for |
| [01:56.85] | The space I'm meant to fill |
| [01:59.51] | |
| [02:00.49] | And distance doesn't care |
| [02:03.21] | |
| [02:19.40] | Each time I turn around |
| [02:23.06] | There's nothing there at all |
| [02:26.84] | So tell me why I feel like |
| [02:30.66] | I'm up against a wall |
| [02:33.19] | |
| [02:34.41] | But maybe it's a flase alarm |
| [02:38.22] | And all the answers sound the same |
| [02:42.08] | Just colours bleeding into one |
| [02:45.84] | That doesn't have a name |
| [02:49.63] | Maybe I can't see |
| [02:53.08] | Maybe it's just me |
| [02:56.98] | |
| [03:07.70] | I'm trying to put this thing to bed |
| [03:11.70] | I drugged it in its sleep |
| [03:15.43] | Remember what you said |
| [03:19.35] | Are you comfortable to keep it? |
| [03:36.49] | |
| [03:37.92] | TO 不乖小王子的狐狸们 |
| [03:41.93] |
| [00:13.55] | I' m trying to put this thing to bed |
| [00:18.21] | I' ve drugged it in its sleep |
| [00:21.94] | There isn' t many memories |
| [00:25.92] | I' m comfortable to keep |
| [00:28.11] | |
| [00:29.63] | This ball keeps rolling on |
| [00:33.26] | It' s heading for the streets |
| [00:36.93] | Keep expecting you to send for me |
| [00:41.39] | The invitation never comes |
| [00:45.06] | |
| [00:56.65] | Each time I turn around |
| [00:59.88] | There' s nothing there at all |
| [01:03.62] | So tell me why I feel like |
| [01:07.61] | I' m up against a wall |
| [01:10.62] | |
| [01:11.55] | But maybe it' s a flase alarm |
| [01:15.21] | And all the answers sound the same |
| [01:18.94] | Just colours bleeding into one |
| [01:22.85] | That hasn' t have a name |
| [01:26.41] | Maybe I can' t see |
| [01:30.17] | Maybe it' s just me |
| [01:36.08] | |
| [01:44.65] | Now the curtain' s coming up |
| [01:49.00] | The audience is still |
| [01:52.75] | I' m struggling to cater for |
| [01:56.85] | The space I' m meant to fill |
| [01:59.51] | |
| [02:00.49] | And distance doesn' t care |
| [02:03.21] | |
| [02:19.40] | Each time I turn around |
| [02:23.06] | There' s nothing there at all |
| [02:26.84] | So tell me why I feel like |
| [02:30.66] | I' m up against a wall |
| [02:33.19] | |
| [02:34.41] | But maybe it' s a flase alarm |
| [02:38.22] | And all the answers sound the same |
| [02:42.08] | Just colours bleeding into one |
| [02:45.84] | That doesn' t have a name |
| [02:49.63] | Maybe I can' t see |
| [02:53.08] | Maybe it' s just me |
| [02:56.98] | |
| [03:07.70] | I' m trying to put this thing to bed |
| [03:11.70] | I drugged it in its sleep |
| [03:15.43] | Remember what you said |
| [03:19.35] | Are you comfortable to keep it? |
| [03:36.49] | |
| [03:37.92] | TO bù guāi xiǎo wáng zǐ de hú lí men |
| [03:41.93] |