| 作曲 : Finch, Jones | |
| She says Why don't you let me take you home | |
| He's bored | |
| And doesn't want to sleep alone | |
| She'd like another drink | |
| And he's blinded by her clothes | |
| They sit In darkened corners everywhere | |
| She's sick | |
| He seems completely unaware | |
| He's spent too long | |
| Going nowhere | |
| He waits round for things to try | |
| She knows ways of killing time | |
| He flies He says his feet don't touch the ground | |
| She's tired | |
| But she forgets when he's around | |
| It's weird | |
| The way they always dress the same | |
| But he lies | |
| Always denying it again | |
| They spent too long | |
| Going nowhere | |
| He waits round for things to try | |
| She knows ways of killing time | |
| He waits round for things to try | |
| She knows ways of killing time |
| zuo qu : Finch, Jones | |
| She says Why don' t you let me take you home | |
| He' s bored | |
| And doesn' t want to sleep alone | |
| She' d like another drink | |
| And he' s blinded by her clothes | |
| They sit In darkened corners everywhere | |
| She' s sick | |
| He seems completely unaware | |
| He' s spent too long | |
| Going nowhere | |
| He waits round for things to try | |
| She knows ways of killing time | |
| He flies He says his feet don' t touch the ground | |
| She' s tired | |
| But she forgets when he' s around | |
| It' s weird | |
| The way they always dress the same | |
| But he lies | |
| Always denying it again | |
| They spent too long | |
| Going nowhere | |
| He waits round for things to try | |
| She knows ways of killing time | |
| He waits round for things to try | |
| She knows ways of killing time |
| zuò qǔ : Finch, Jones | |
| She says Why don' t you let me take you home | |
| He' s bored | |
| And doesn' t want to sleep alone | |
| She' d like another drink | |
| And he' s blinded by her clothes | |
| They sit In darkened corners everywhere | |
| She' s sick | |
| He seems completely unaware | |
| He' s spent too long | |
| Going nowhere | |
| He waits round for things to try | |
| She knows ways of killing time | |
| He flies He says his feet don' t touch the ground | |
| She' s tired | |
| But she forgets when he' s around | |
| It' s weird | |
| The way they always dress the same | |
| But he lies | |
| Always denying it again | |
| They spent too long | |
| Going nowhere | |
| He waits round for things to try | |
| She knows ways of killing time | |
| He waits round for things to try | |
| She knows ways of killing time |