Song | Home Truth |
Artist | Elvis Costello & the Attractions |
Album | Goodbye Cruel World |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Costello | |
I hung up the phone tonight | |
Just as you said I love you | |
Once this would have been coincidence | |
Now these things start to bother me | |
You still close your eyes when I kiss you | |
And I close mine too | |
But we didn't open them again | |
Quite as wide as we should | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
Does your touch feel the same as it should do | |
Or is it someone quite similar | |
Who killed me with kindness last night | |
Now do I look at all familiar? | |
But none of these things seem to matter | |
Since we've grown apart | |
I'd put back the pieces of what's shattered | |
But I don't know where to start | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
And I feel like a clown | |
It's tearing me up | |
It's tearing me down | |
You say which are the lies that you tell me | |
Well where do I begin? | |
So I turn on the TV again | |
And the world comes crashing in | |
Is it my shirt or my toothpaste | |
That is whiter than white? | |
Is it the lies that I tell you | |
Or the lies that I might? | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
Chorus |
zuo qu : Costello | |
I hung up the phone tonight | |
Just as you said I love you | |
Once this would have been coincidence | |
Now these things start to bother me | |
You still close your eyes when I kiss you | |
And I close mine too | |
But we didn' t open them again | |
Quite as wide as we should | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
Does your touch feel the same as it should do | |
Or is it someone quite similar | |
Who killed me with kindness last night | |
Now do I look at all familiar? | |
But none of these things seem to matter | |
Since we' ve grown apart | |
I' d put back the pieces of what' s shattered | |
But I don' t know where to start | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
And I feel like a clown | |
It' s tearing me up | |
It' s tearing me down | |
You say which are the lies that you tell me | |
Well where do I begin? | |
So I turn on the TV again | |
And the world comes crashing in | |
Is it my shirt or my toothpaste | |
That is whiter than white? | |
Is it the lies that I tell you | |
Or the lies that I might? | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
Chorus |
zuò qǔ : Costello | |
I hung up the phone tonight | |
Just as you said I love you | |
Once this would have been coincidence | |
Now these things start to bother me | |
You still close your eyes when I kiss you | |
And I close mine too | |
But we didn' t open them again | |
Quite as wide as we should | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
Does your touch feel the same as it should do | |
Or is it someone quite similar | |
Who killed me with kindness last night | |
Now do I look at all familiar? | |
But none of these things seem to matter | |
Since we' ve grown apart | |
I' d put back the pieces of what' s shattered | |
But I don' t know where to start | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
And I feel like a clown | |
It' s tearing me up | |
It' s tearing me down | |
You say which are the lies that you tell me | |
Well where do I begin? | |
So I turn on the TV again | |
And the world comes crashing in | |
Is it my shirt or my toothpaste | |
That is whiter than white? | |
Is it the lies that I tell you | |
Or the lies that I might? | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
This is where the home truth ends | |
Chorus |