Song | Fighting Talk |
Artist | Everything But the Girl |
Album | Baby, the Stars Shine Bright |
作词 : Thorn, Watt | |
Well it's so easy to be witty in retrospect | |
When you're out of door you pause a moment to reflect | |
On all the crushing one-liners that you should have said | |
But you always were reduced to angry words instead | |
Fighting talk on the stairs | |
Is enough to show who never cared | |
Fighting talk, who will be spared | |
The abuse that's always hurled as you curse and swear | |
But it's so cruel how the moment can let you down | |
And how eloquence deserts | |
When you find yourself on sensitive ground | |
You slam the door and turn the catch | |
You turned your home into a prison | |
Conversation into a slanging match | |
Fighting talk on the stairs | |
Is enough to show who never cared | |
Fighting talk, who will be spared | |
The abuse that's always hurled as you curse and swear | |
But oh my love I'm sick and tired | |
Of all the cruelty love's acquired | |
We never more need come to harm | |
If you lay your head here on my faithless arm |
zuò cí : Thorn, Watt | |
Well it' s so easy to be witty in retrospect | |
When you' re out of door you pause a moment to reflect | |
On all the crushing oneliners that you should have said | |
But you always were reduced to angry words instead | |
Fighting talk on the stairs | |
Is enough to show who never cared | |
Fighting talk, who will be spared | |
The abuse that' s always hurled as you curse and swear | |
But it' s so cruel how the moment can let you down | |
And how eloquence deserts | |
When you find yourself on sensitive ground | |
You slam the door and turn the catch | |
You turned your home into a prison | |
Conversation into a slanging match | |
Fighting talk on the stairs | |
Is enough to show who never cared | |
Fighting talk, who will be spared | |
The abuse that' s always hurled as you curse and swear | |
But oh my love I' m sick and tired | |
Of all the cruelty love' s acquired | |
We never more need come to harm | |
If you lay your head here on my faithless arm |