歌曲 | Hope Then Strife |
歌手 | The Go-Betweens |
专辑 | Tallulah |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Forster, McLennan | |
I think i'm getting it right this time; | |
I can tell by the way she grins. | |
She put the postcards up on the head of our bed, | |
I can see algiers. | |
She said "don't the streets on sunday look great, | |
The way they open up their windows | |
And offer you things you know you'll never buy." | |
Lord i'm tired, i'm just so tired. | |
Don't say that you agree | |
With the price you paid | |
For your captivity. | |
Sweet surrender and your | |
Poison pen are gonna take you | |
And make you whole again. | |
Never gonna be the one | |
Who said you were the one | |
Who liked the lonesome life. | |
All the times you stayed | |
And prayed and thought you | |
Had it made it was for | |
Hope then strife. | |
So i went and asked my friend the doctor | |
"what is it i've got this time?' | |
He said "apart from that albatross | |
Around your neck, the tests are | |
Negative, you really are quite fine". | |
So i went out to the airport | |
To play for my ticket | |
And someone comes up to me and says | |
"hey man, they don t pay for that any more | |
Lord i'm tired, i'm just so tired. | |
Don't say that you agree | |
With the price you paid | |
For your honesty. | |
Sweet surrender and your | |
Poison pen are gonna take you | |
And make you whole again. | |
Never gonna be the one | |
Who said you were the one | |
Who liked the lonesome life. | |
All the times vou stayed | |
And prayed and thought you | |
Had it made it was for | |
Hope then strife. | |
Lord i'm tired, i'm just so tired. | |
I should retire. | |
Don't say that you agree | |
With the price at the end | |
Of hostility. | |
Sweet surrender and your | |
Poison pen are gonna take you | |
And make you whole again. | |
Never gonna be the one | |
Who said you were the one | |
Who liked the lonesome life. | |
All the times you stayed | |
And prayed and thought you | |
Had it made it was for | |
Hope then strife. |
zuo ci : Forster, McLennan | |
I think i' m getting it right this time | |
I can tell by the way she grins. | |
She put the postcards up on the head of our bed, | |
I can see algiers. | |
She said " don' t the streets on sunday look great, | |
The way they open up their windows | |
And offer you things you know you' ll never buy." | |
Lord i' m tired, i' m just so tired. | |
Don' t say that you agree | |
With the price you paid | |
For your captivity. | |
Sweet surrender and your | |
Poison pen are gonna take you | |
And make you whole again. | |
Never gonna be the one | |
Who said you were the one | |
Who liked the lonesome life. | |
All the times you stayed | |
And prayed and thought you | |
Had it made it was for | |
Hope then strife. | |
So i went and asked my friend the doctor | |
" what is it i' ve got this time?' | |
He said " apart from that albatross | |
Around your neck, the tests are | |
Negative, you really are quite fine". | |
So i went out to the airport | |
To play for my ticket | |
And someone comes up to me and says | |
" hey man, they don t pay for that any more | |
Lord i' m tired, i' m just so tired. | |
Don' t say that you agree | |
With the price you paid | |
For your honesty. | |
Sweet surrender and your | |
Poison pen are gonna take you | |
And make you whole again. | |
Never gonna be the one | |
Who said you were the one | |
Who liked the lonesome life. | |
All the times vou stayed | |
And prayed and thought you | |
Had it made it was for | |
Hope then strife. | |
Lord i' m tired, i' m just so tired. | |
I should retire. | |
Don' t say that you agree | |
With the price at the end | |
Of hostility. | |
Sweet surrender and your | |
Poison pen are gonna take you | |
And make you whole again. | |
Never gonna be the one | |
Who said you were the one | |
Who liked the lonesome life. | |
All the times you stayed | |
And prayed and thought you | |
Had it made it was for | |
Hope then strife. |
zuò cí : Forster, McLennan | |
I think i' m getting it right this time | |
I can tell by the way she grins. | |
She put the postcards up on the head of our bed, | |
I can see algiers. | |
She said " don' t the streets on sunday look great, | |
The way they open up their windows | |
And offer you things you know you' ll never buy." | |
Lord i' m tired, i' m just so tired. | |
Don' t say that you agree | |
With the price you paid | |
For your captivity. | |
Sweet surrender and your | |
Poison pen are gonna take you | |
And make you whole again. | |
Never gonna be the one | |
Who said you were the one | |
Who liked the lonesome life. | |
All the times you stayed | |
And prayed and thought you | |
Had it made it was for | |
Hope then strife. | |
So i went and asked my friend the doctor | |
" what is it i' ve got this time?' | |
He said " apart from that albatross | |
Around your neck, the tests are | |
Negative, you really are quite fine". | |
So i went out to the airport | |
To play for my ticket | |
And someone comes up to me and says | |
" hey man, they don t pay for that any more | |
Lord i' m tired, i' m just so tired. | |
Don' t say that you agree | |
With the price you paid | |
For your honesty. | |
Sweet surrender and your | |
Poison pen are gonna take you | |
And make you whole again. | |
Never gonna be the one | |
Who said you were the one | |
Who liked the lonesome life. | |
All the times vou stayed | |
And prayed and thought you | |
Had it made it was for | |
Hope then strife. | |
Lord i' m tired, i' m just so tired. | |
I should retire. | |
Don' t say that you agree | |
With the price at the end | |
Of hostility. | |
Sweet surrender and your | |
Poison pen are gonna take you | |
And make you whole again. | |
Never gonna be the one | |
Who said you were the one | |
Who liked the lonesome life. | |
All the times you stayed | |
And prayed and thought you | |
Had it made it was for | |
Hope then strife. |