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Labelled with Love

	作词 : DIFFORD, CHRISTOPHER/TILBROOK, GLENN
	(difford/tilbrook)
	She unscrews the top of a new whiskey bottle
	And shuffles about in her candle lit hovel,
	Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens
	She smells like the cat and the neighbours she sickens,
	The black and white t.v. has long seen a picture
	The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture,
	The postman delivers the final reminders
	She sells off her silver and poodles in china.
	Drinks to remember, i me and myself
	And winds up the clock
	And knocks dust from the shelf
	Home is a love that i miss very much
	So the past has been bottled and labelled with love.
	During the war time an american pilot
	Made every air raid a time of excitement,
	She moved to his prairie and married the texan
	She learnt from a distance how love was a lesson,
	He became drinker and she became mother
	She knew that one day she'd be one or the other,
	He ate himself older, drunk himself dizzy
	Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty.
	He like a cowboy died drunk in his slumber
	Out on the porch in the middle of summer,
	She crossed the ocean back home to her family
	But they had retired to roads that were sandy,
	She moved home alone without friends or relations
	Lived in a world full of age reservation,
	On moth eaten armchairs she'd say that she'd sod all
	The friends who had left her to drink from the bottle.

	zuò cí : DIFFORD, CHRISTOPHER TILBROOK, GLENN
	difford tilbrook
	She unscrews the top of a new whiskey bottle
	And shuffles about in her candle lit hovel,
	Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens
	She smells like the cat and the neighbours she sickens,
	The black and white t. v. has long seen a picture
	The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture,
	The postman delivers the final reminders
	She sells off her silver and poodles in china.
	Drinks to remember, i me and myself
	And winds up the clock
	And knocks dust from the shelf
	Home is a love that i miss very much
	So the past has been bottled and labelled with love.
	During the war time an american pilot
	Made every air raid a time of excitement,
	She moved to his prairie and married the texan
	She learnt from a distance how love was a lesson,
	He became drinker and she became mother
	She knew that one day she' d be one or the other,
	He ate himself older, drunk himself dizzy
	Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty.
	He like a cowboy died drunk in his slumber
	Out on the porch in the middle of summer,
	She crossed the ocean back home to her family
	But they had retired to roads that were sandy,
	She moved home alone without friends or relations
	Lived in a world full of age reservation,
	On moth eaten armchairs she' d say that she' d sod all
	The friends who had left her to drink from the bottle.