Song | Making Friends and Acquaintances |
Artist | Cursive |
Album | Domestica |
作曲 : Cursive | |
Loose-lipped secrets | |
I've seen those birdies chirping | |
Another promise perched on their fragile branches | |
Cradle and all... | |
We all hide a diary beneath some mattress | |
And someone has slept in my bed | |
Sometimes I get so naked I sing like a canary | |
And I scream out what I shouldn't scream | |
Some lies last a lifetime | |
They keep our diaries hidden | |
They don't let the whispers slip | |
Between the cracks of the bathroom stalls | |
Or be written on the bathroom walls.... | |
But still I can hear those dirty birds chirp away | |
It's a song I know by heart | |
Sometimes I resent making friends and acquaintances | |
It's a thin veil between us -- | |
Between the bedsprings and the mattress | |
I keep my secrets | |
The ones I can't keep | |
The ones you took from me | |
The ones you scattered with your wings | |
It was nice to meet you... | |
It was nice to meet you... | |
It was nice to meet you... |
zuò qǔ : Cursive | |
Looselipped secrets | |
I' ve seen those birdies chirping | |
Another promise perched on their fragile branches | |
Cradle and all... | |
We all hide a diary beneath some mattress | |
And someone has slept in my bed | |
Sometimes I get so naked I sing like a canary | |
And I scream out what I shouldn' t scream | |
Some lies last a lifetime | |
They keep our diaries hidden | |
They don' t let the whispers slip | |
Between the cracks of the bathroom stalls | |
Or be written on the bathroom walls.... | |
But still I can hear those dirty birds chirp away | |
It' s a song I know by heart | |
Sometimes I resent making friends and acquaintances | |
It' s a thin veil between us | |
Between the bedsprings and the mattress | |
I keep my secrets | |
The ones I can' t keep | |
The ones you took from me | |
The ones you scattered with your wings | |
It was nice to meet you... | |
It was nice to meet you... | |
It was nice to meet you... |