歌曲 | When You Got to New York |
歌手 | Saturday Looks Good to Me |
专辑 | Every Night |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Thomas | |
When you got to new york you were sleeping on floors | |
But you were sure it was better | |
And you would get hungry | |
You didn't have money but you drank every night | |
Between the subways and sunshine | |
There just wasn't the time to write any letters | |
But it was out of your hands | |
You hoped your friends would understand | |
You never felt so high in your life | |
But now you're out of breath from your cheap cigarettes | |
And the wrong side of 7am | |
You can't sit still but you eventually will | |
Cause every night comes to an end | |
So draw up a list of new things to resist | |
And the people you kissed last year | |
Then on the back draw a map to the ones that are still there | |
Not one part of your skyscraper heart | |
Can figure out which is for real | |
You can't come clean when you're stuck in between | |
These ways that you constantly feel | |
So what do you tell yourself? | |
What do you tell the strangers that sleep in your room? | |
What do you tell your friends? | |
What do you tell the lovers that left you too soon? | |
Where did they run off to? | |
Give me a reason that I can believe in | |
And I will believe in you | |
Tell me a reason why I should believe | |
Cause I want to, I want to | |
Tell me a story or tell me a secret | |
It don't have to be nothing new | |
Just hold on to me while we walk through the leaves | |
If you want to, if you want to | |
Cause I want to know | |
What do you tell yourself? | |
What do you tell the darkness that stays in your room? | |
What do you see at night | |
When all of last year's lights are no longer of interest to you? | |
What do you hold on to? |
zuo ci : Thomas | |
When you got to new york you were sleeping on floors | |
But you were sure it was better | |
And you would get hungry | |
You didn' t have money but you drank every night | |
Between the subways and sunshine | |
There just wasn' t the time to write any letters | |
But it was out of your hands | |
You hoped your friends would understand | |
You never felt so high in your life | |
But now you' re out of breath from your cheap cigarettes | |
And the wrong side of 7am | |
You can' t sit still but you eventually will | |
Cause every night comes to an end | |
So draw up a list of new things to resist | |
And the people you kissed last year | |
Then on the back draw a map to the ones that are still there | |
Not one part of your skyscraper heart | |
Can figure out which is for real | |
You can' t come clean when you' re stuck in between | |
These ways that you constantly feel | |
So what do you tell yourself? | |
What do you tell the strangers that sleep in your room? | |
What do you tell your friends? | |
What do you tell the lovers that left you too soon? | |
Where did they run off to? | |
Give me a reason that I can believe in | |
And I will believe in you | |
Tell me a reason why I should believe | |
Cause I want to, I want to | |
Tell me a story or tell me a secret | |
It don' t have to be nothing new | |
Just hold on to me while we walk through the leaves | |
If you want to, if you want to | |
Cause I want to know | |
What do you tell yourself? | |
What do you tell the darkness that stays in your room? | |
What do you see at night | |
When all of last year' s lights are no longer of interest to you? | |
What do you hold on to? |
zuò cí : Thomas | |
When you got to new york you were sleeping on floors | |
But you were sure it was better | |
And you would get hungry | |
You didn' t have money but you drank every night | |
Between the subways and sunshine | |
There just wasn' t the time to write any letters | |
But it was out of your hands | |
You hoped your friends would understand | |
You never felt so high in your life | |
But now you' re out of breath from your cheap cigarettes | |
And the wrong side of 7am | |
You can' t sit still but you eventually will | |
Cause every night comes to an end | |
So draw up a list of new things to resist | |
And the people you kissed last year | |
Then on the back draw a map to the ones that are still there | |
Not one part of your skyscraper heart | |
Can figure out which is for real | |
You can' t come clean when you' re stuck in between | |
These ways that you constantly feel | |
So what do you tell yourself? | |
What do you tell the strangers that sleep in your room? | |
What do you tell your friends? | |
What do you tell the lovers that left you too soon? | |
Where did they run off to? | |
Give me a reason that I can believe in | |
And I will believe in you | |
Tell me a reason why I should believe | |
Cause I want to, I want to | |
Tell me a story or tell me a secret | |
It don' t have to be nothing new | |
Just hold on to me while we walk through the leaves | |
If you want to, if you want to | |
Cause I want to know | |
What do you tell yourself? | |
What do you tell the darkness that stays in your room? | |
What do you see at night | |
When all of last year' s lights are no longer of interest to you? | |
What do you hold on to? |