歌曲 | Faraway You |
歌手 | Marah |
专辑 | Kids In Philly |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
Hey, I got on the bus | |
Found myself a seat | |
More people pilin' on | |
I watch the busy street | |
Snow was comin' down | |
And more was on the ground | |
What's rollin' into town | |
Said I'd better get back home | |
I seen a rain soaked mattress | |
‘neath the apartment house of death | |
Strewn in a vacant mess | |
All watered-down and wet | |
I seen the horse cops take the beat | |
Makin' horseshoes in the sleet | |
Outside the dollar store | |
I didn't have a broken heart | |
I was not that lonely yet | |
When life played a trick on me | |
I'm afraid I didn't get | |
Seen two lovers in the park | |
Felt the blood rush to my fists | |
They were sittin' on a bench | |
Entangled in a kiss… | |
Which wouldn't mean a goddamned thing | |
It wouldn't be no big to do | |
But even from behind I could see that she was you | |
She was… | |
Faraway you - what is it you do? | |
Treat me so cruel, act so faraway | |
Sittin' on the bus | |
Heard the driver signal sound | |
More people pilin' on, | |
Other people climbin' down | |
I seen a dumpster bum appeased | |
Dinin' on a dumpster feast | |
He looked up at me, | |
We turned the corner headin' east | |
And then we made a couple rights | |
My face had faded white | |
Stopped at a traffic light | |
And made a left on 17th… | |
Then I got off the bus | |
Found my apartment door | |
Held the keys up to the lock | |
And they jangled to the floor | |
Well I jangled down beside ‘em | |
And I guess I might've slept | |
‘Cause when I woke up in the mornin' | |
I was still out on the step. | |
Singin'… | |
Faraway you - what is it you do? | |
Treat me so cruel, act so faraway |
zuo qu : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
Hey, I got on the bus | |
Found myself a seat | |
More people pilin' on | |
I watch the busy street | |
Snow was comin' down | |
And more was on the ground | |
What' s rollin' into town | |
Said I' d better get back home | |
I seen a rain soaked mattress | |
' neath the apartment house of death | |
Strewn in a vacant mess | |
All watereddown and wet | |
I seen the horse cops take the beat | |
Makin' horseshoes in the sleet | |
Outside the dollar store | |
I didn' t have a broken heart | |
I was not that lonely yet | |
When life played a trick on me | |
I' m afraid I didn' t get | |
Seen two lovers in the park | |
Felt the blood rush to my fists | |
They were sittin' on a bench | |
Entangled in a kiss | |
Which wouldn' t mean a goddamned thing | |
It wouldn' t be no big to do | |
But even from behind I could see that she was you | |
She was | |
Faraway you what is it you do? | |
Treat me so cruel, act so faraway | |
Sittin' on the bus | |
Heard the driver signal sound | |
More people pilin' on, | |
Other people climbin' down | |
I seen a dumpster bum appeased | |
Dinin' on a dumpster feast | |
He looked up at me, | |
We turned the corner headin' east | |
And then we made a couple rights | |
My face had faded white | |
Stopped at a traffic light | |
And made a left on 17th | |
Then I got off the bus | |
Found my apartment door | |
Held the keys up to the lock | |
And they jangled to the floor | |
Well I jangled down beside ' em | |
And I guess I might' ve slept | |
' Cause when I woke up in the mornin' | |
I was still out on the step. | |
Singin' | |
Faraway you what is it you do? | |
Treat me so cruel, act so faraway |
zuò qǔ : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
Hey, I got on the bus | |
Found myself a seat | |
More people pilin' on | |
I watch the busy street | |
Snow was comin' down | |
And more was on the ground | |
What' s rollin' into town | |
Said I' d better get back home | |
I seen a rain soaked mattress | |
' neath the apartment house of death | |
Strewn in a vacant mess | |
All watereddown and wet | |
I seen the horse cops take the beat | |
Makin' horseshoes in the sleet | |
Outside the dollar store | |
I didn' t have a broken heart | |
I was not that lonely yet | |
When life played a trick on me | |
I' m afraid I didn' t get | |
Seen two lovers in the park | |
Felt the blood rush to my fists | |
They were sittin' on a bench | |
Entangled in a kiss | |
Which wouldn' t mean a goddamned thing | |
It wouldn' t be no big to do | |
But even from behind I could see that she was you | |
She was | |
Faraway you what is it you do? | |
Treat me so cruel, act so faraway | |
Sittin' on the bus | |
Heard the driver signal sound | |
More people pilin' on, | |
Other people climbin' down | |
I seen a dumpster bum appeased | |
Dinin' on a dumpster feast | |
He looked up at me, | |
We turned the corner headin' east | |
And then we made a couple rights | |
My face had faded white | |
Stopped at a traffic light | |
And made a left on 17th | |
Then I got off the bus | |
Found my apartment door | |
Held the keys up to the lock | |
And they jangled to the floor | |
Well I jangled down beside ' em | |
And I guess I might' ve slept | |
' Cause when I woke up in the mornin' | |
I was still out on the step. | |
Singin' | |
Faraway you what is it you do? | |
Treat me so cruel, act so faraway |