| 歌曲 | jism |
| 歌手 | Tindersticks |
| 专辑 | Bloomsbury Theatre [live] |
| 作词 : Tindersticks | |
| If she'd have known | |
| She'd have shown me | |
| I need to taste her pain | |
| For encouragement | |
| If she'd have known | |
| She'd have shown me | |
| I need to taste her pain | |
| For accomplishment | |
| See, I can only take it out on you | |
| There's no-one else | |
| I can trust | |
| See, I can only take it out on you | |
| There's no-one else but us around | |
| You hide these things so well | |
| There's no finding | |
| You hide these things so well | |
| There's no finding, no finding | |
| These runs into the blue | |
| There are no edges | |
| How do I know where you are now? | |
| These paper cuts | |
| Need those gravel grind | |
| Need those pictures to wake me | |
| Give up the drugs | |
| Take the power | |
| I offer Oh the deeper | |
| I go The further | |
| I fall The more | |
| I know The tighter your grip around me | |
| So easily broken | |
| Running down your skin | |
| And the pain runs into the blue | |
| If there's ever anyone else, | |
| I'll understand | |
| And kill them | |
| And I'll overflow your every inlet | |
| You will not cough and spit | |
| You awoke from the end | |
| And I tell you with my tongue between your toes | |
| If there's ever anyone else | |
| Don't let them do this | |
| And I'll laugh and revel | |
| As you scratch and crawl | |
| If there's ever anyone else | |
| Just show them the ugly mess | |
| You hide these things so well | |
| There's no finding | |
| You hide these things so well | |
| There's no finding, no finding |
| zuò cí : Tindersticks | |
| If she' d have known | |
| She' d have shown me | |
| I need to taste her pain | |
| For encouragement | |
| If she' d have known | |
| She' d have shown me | |
| I need to taste her pain | |
| For accomplishment | |
| See, I can only take it out on you | |
| There' s noone else | |
| I can trust | |
| See, I can only take it out on you | |
| There' s noone else but us around | |
| You hide these things so well | |
| There' s no finding | |
| You hide these things so well | |
| There' s no finding, no finding | |
| These runs into the blue | |
| There are no edges | |
| How do I know where you are now? | |
| These paper cuts | |
| Need those gravel grind | |
| Need those pictures to wake me | |
| Give up the drugs | |
| Take the power | |
| I offer Oh the deeper | |
| I go The further | |
| I fall The more | |
| I know The tighter your grip around me | |
| So easily broken | |
| Running down your skin | |
| And the pain runs into the blue | |
| If there' s ever anyone else, | |
| I' ll understand | |
| And kill them | |
| And I' ll overflow your every inlet | |
| You will not cough and spit | |
| You awoke from the end | |
| And I tell you with my tongue between your toes | |
| If there' s ever anyone else | |
| Don' t let them do this | |
| And I' ll laugh and revel | |
| As you scratch and crawl | |
| If there' s ever anyone else | |
| Just show them the ugly mess | |
| You hide these things so well | |
| There' s no finding | |
| You hide these things so well | |
| There' s no finding, no finding |