| 歌曲 | Dark And Mad |
| 歌手 | Billy Bob Thornton |
| 专辑 | Private Radio |
| 作曲 : Stuart, Thorton | |
| Why is this window so dirty and grey? | |
| I can't see you through it any more | |
| It may be the smoke, it's hard to say | |
| The fact is this place has too many doors | |
| I can't find a handle on any of them | |
| Maybe I see one but I don't want to turn it | |
| What if I did and it opened on him? | |
| Ain't truth a bitch when you're having to learn it? | |
| Before a heart breaks it has to bend | |
| It's the last one to know when love comes to an end | |
| And here I sit, crazy, lonesome and sad | |
| Watching me dark and mad | |
| Watching me dark and mad | |
| This cigarette burns like the pain in my soul | |
| When the fire gets too hot, the ash turns to coal | |
| The smoke tells a story that's sad but it's true | |
| It turns into a ghost that looks just like you | |
| But I close my eyes and I silently scream | |
| My mind comes and goes, it drifts and it dreams | |
| The cold hand of death is welcome and warm | |
| It's the essence of love in its darkest form | |
| Before a heart breaks it has to bend | |
| It's the last one to know when love comes to an end | |
| And here I sit, crazy, lonesome and sad | |
| Watching me dark and mad | |
| Watching me dark and mad | |
| Watching me dark and mad | |
| Watching me dark and mad |
| zuò qǔ : Stuart, Thorton | |
| Why is this window so dirty and grey? | |
| I can' t see you through it any more | |
| It may be the smoke, it' s hard to say | |
| The fact is this place has too many doors | |
| I can' t find a handle on any of them | |
| Maybe I see one but I don' t want to turn it | |
| What if I did and it opened on him? | |
| Ain' t truth a bitch when you' re having to learn it? | |
| Before a heart breaks it has to bend | |
| It' s the last one to know when love comes to an end | |
| And here I sit, crazy, lonesome and sad | |
| Watching me dark and mad | |
| Watching me dark and mad | |
| This cigarette burns like the pain in my soul | |
| When the fire gets too hot, the ash turns to coal | |
| The smoke tells a story that' s sad but it' s true | |
| It turns into a ghost that looks just like you | |
| But I close my eyes and I silently scream | |
| My mind comes and goes, it drifts and it dreams | |
| The cold hand of death is welcome and warm | |
| It' s the essence of love in its darkest form | |
| Before a heart breaks it has to bend | |
| It' s the last one to know when love comes to an end | |
| And here I sit, crazy, lonesome and sad | |
| Watching me dark and mad | |
| Watching me dark and mad | |
| Watching me dark and mad | |
| Watching me dark and mad |