Song | Tom's Diner |
Artist | Suzanne Vega |
Artist | Dna |
Album | True Nineties |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Vega, Suzanne | |
作曲 : Vega, Suzanne | |
I am sitting in the morning | |
At the diner on the corner | |
I am waiting At the counter | |
for the man to pour the coffee | |
And he fills it only halfway | |
And before I even argue | |
He is looking out the window | |
At somebody coming in | |
It is always nice to see you | |
Says the man behind the counter | |
To the woman who has come in | |
She is shaking her umbrella | |
And I look the other way | |
As they are kissing their hellos | |
I'm pretending not to see them | |
Instead I pour the milk | |
I open up the paper | |
There's a story of an actor | |
Who had died | |
while he was drinking | |
It was no one I had heard of | |
And I'm turning to the horoscope | |
And looking for the funnies | |
When I'm feeling someone | |
watching me | |
And so I raise my head | |
There's a woman on the outside | |
Looking inside does she see me | |
No she does not really see me | |
Cause she sees her own | |
reflection | |
And I'm trying not to notice | |
That she's hitching up her skirt | |
And while she's straightening | |
her stockings | |
Her hair is getting wet | |
Oh, this rain it will continue | |
Through the morning as | |
I'm listening | |
To the bells of the cathedral | |
I am thinking of your voice |
zuo ci : Vega, Suzanne | |
zuo qu : Vega, Suzanne | |
I am sitting in the morning | |
At the diner on the corner | |
I am waiting At the counter | |
for the man to pour the coffee | |
And he fills it only halfway | |
And before I even argue | |
He is looking out the window | |
At somebody coming in | |
It is always nice to see you | |
Says the man behind the counter | |
To the woman who has come in | |
She is shaking her umbrella | |
And I look the other way | |
As they are kissing their hellos | |
I' m pretending not to see them | |
Instead I pour the milk | |
I open up the paper | |
There' s a story of an actor | |
Who had died | |
while he was drinking | |
It was no one I had heard of | |
And I' m turning to the horoscope | |
And looking for the funnies | |
When I' m feeling someone | |
watching me | |
And so I raise my head | |
There' s a woman on the outside | |
Looking inside does she see me | |
No she does not really see me | |
Cause she sees her own | |
reflection | |
And I' m trying not to notice | |
That she' s hitching up her skirt | |
And while she' s straightening | |
her stockings | |
Her hair is getting wet | |
Oh, this rain it will continue | |
Through the morning as | |
I' m listening | |
To the bells of the cathedral | |
I am thinking of your voice |
zuò cí : Vega, Suzanne | |
zuò qǔ : Vega, Suzanne | |
I am sitting in the morning | |
At the diner on the corner | |
I am waiting At the counter | |
for the man to pour the coffee | |
And he fills it only halfway | |
And before I even argue | |
He is looking out the window | |
At somebody coming in | |
It is always nice to see you | |
Says the man behind the counter | |
To the woman who has come in | |
She is shaking her umbrella | |
And I look the other way | |
As they are kissing their hellos | |
I' m pretending not to see them | |
Instead I pour the milk | |
I open up the paper | |
There' s a story of an actor | |
Who had died | |
while he was drinking | |
It was no one I had heard of | |
And I' m turning to the horoscope | |
And looking for the funnies | |
When I' m feeling someone | |
watching me | |
And so I raise my head | |
There' s a woman on the outside | |
Looking inside does she see me | |
No she does not really see me | |
Cause she sees her own | |
reflection | |
And I' m trying not to notice | |
That she' s hitching up her skirt | |
And while she' s straightening | |
her stockings | |
Her hair is getting wet | |
Oh, this rain it will continue | |
Through the morning as | |
I' m listening | |
To the bells of the cathedral | |
I am thinking of your voice |