| 作词 : Cocker, Pulp | |
| I'm being followed home | |
| I'm being followed home | |
| I don't know what for | |
| I don't know by whom | |
| The smell of your dress | |
| A face in the rain | |
| The pavement shines wet | |
| In focus again | |
| Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh | |
| In a dead seaside town | |
| I tried to change my mind | |
| For a well-balanced view | |
| That was not mine to find | |
| Heaven knows, all your stars are on show | |
| They last a lifetime | |
| And your hands leave their | |
| Marks in the sand, they last forever, forever | |
| It's clear to me | |
| You fit so perfectly | |
| In a dimly lit room | |
| Just inside of the sea | |
| His twisted face | |
| Tells me to leave this place | |
| You know somewhere | |
| But I shouldn't go there, | |
| I shouldn't go there | |
| Heaven knows, all your stars are on show | |
| They last a lifetime | |
| And your hands leave their | |
| Marks in the sand, they last forever | |
| They've followed me home | |
| The one with the dog-breath in the tattoo bar | |
| Says something in a language that | |
| I don't understand | |
| The street stinks of piss and dead fish | |
| Jump a garden wall, landing on the slimy grass | |
| Air roaring in my lungs | |
| Hear him swear as he stumbles and falls behind me | |
| Down another cobbled street, footsteps bouncing off the walls | |
| Which way? | |
| A bottle smashes | |
| The glint of a blade in the moonlight | |
| Someone laughs, the corners turned and it's too late | |
| And the first blow falls then nothing | |
| I awoke on the beach sometime later | |
| To a gray and sunless sky | |
| Your voice still slithers in my head | |
| I can't remember what you said | |
| I get to my feet, my body aches | |
| I make for the town for no-one's sake | |
| My mind is a blur, | |
| I feel so weak | |
| I see your reflection in the street | |
| It's what you deserve, it's what you need | |
| Just like those stupid books you read | |
| I look to the sky, | |
| I see your face | |
| Collapse in the road | |
| I hear you say | |
| I shouldn't go there, | |
| I shouldn't go there | |
| My wound's healing now and your imprint fades | |
| Now just a pale scar for five vanished days | |
| Your voice is so weak, your face is unclear | |
| Your body a legend from a forgotten year | |
| I've been followed home | |
| I've been followed home | |
| I've been followed home | |
| I've been followed home |
| zuo ci : Cocker, Pulp | |
| I' m being followed home | |
| I' m being followed home | |
| I don' t know what for | |
| I don' t know by whom | |
| The smell of your dress | |
| A face in the rain | |
| The pavement shines wet | |
| In focus again | |
| Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh | |
| In a dead seaside town | |
| I tried to change my mind | |
| For a wellbalanced view | |
| That was not mine to find | |
| Heaven knows, all your stars are on show | |
| They last a lifetime | |
| And your hands leave their | |
| Marks in the sand, they last forever, forever | |
| It' s clear to me | |
| You fit so perfectly | |
| In a dimly lit room | |
| Just inside of the sea | |
| His twisted face | |
| Tells me to leave this place | |
| You know somewhere | |
| But I shouldn' t go there, | |
| I shouldn' t go there | |
| Heaven knows, all your stars are on show | |
| They last a lifetime | |
| And your hands leave their | |
| Marks in the sand, they last forever | |
| They' ve followed me home | |
| The one with the dogbreath in the tattoo bar | |
| Says something in a language that | |
| I don' t understand | |
| The street stinks of piss and dead fish | |
| Jump a garden wall, landing on the slimy grass | |
| Air roaring in my lungs | |
| Hear him swear as he stumbles and falls behind me | |
| Down another cobbled street, footsteps bouncing off the walls | |
| Which way? | |
| A bottle smashes | |
| The glint of a blade in the moonlight | |
| Someone laughs, the corners turned and it' s too late | |
| And the first blow falls then nothing | |
| I awoke on the beach sometime later | |
| To a gray and sunless sky | |
| Your voice still slithers in my head | |
| I can' t remember what you said | |
| I get to my feet, my body aches | |
| I make for the town for noone' s sake | |
| My mind is a blur, | |
| I feel so weak | |
| I see your reflection in the street | |
| It' s what you deserve, it' s what you need | |
| Just like those stupid books you read | |
| I look to the sky, | |
| I see your face | |
| Collapse in the road | |
| I hear you say | |
| I shouldn' t go there, | |
| I shouldn' t go there | |
| My wound' s healing now and your imprint fades | |
| Now just a pale scar for five vanished days | |
| Your voice is so weak, your face is unclear | |
| Your body a legend from a forgotten year | |
| I' ve been followed home | |
| I' ve been followed home | |
| I' ve been followed home | |
| I' ve been followed home |
| zuò cí : Cocker, Pulp | |
| I' m being followed home | |
| I' m being followed home | |
| I don' t know what for | |
| I don' t know by whom | |
| The smell of your dress | |
| A face in the rain | |
| The pavement shines wet | |
| In focus again | |
| Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh | |
| In a dead seaside town | |
| I tried to change my mind | |
| For a wellbalanced view | |
| That was not mine to find | |
| Heaven knows, all your stars are on show | |
| They last a lifetime | |
| And your hands leave their | |
| Marks in the sand, they last forever, forever | |
| It' s clear to me | |
| You fit so perfectly | |
| In a dimly lit room | |
| Just inside of the sea | |
| His twisted face | |
| Tells me to leave this place | |
| You know somewhere | |
| But I shouldn' t go there, | |
| I shouldn' t go there | |
| Heaven knows, all your stars are on show | |
| They last a lifetime | |
| And your hands leave their | |
| Marks in the sand, they last forever | |
| They' ve followed me home | |
| The one with the dogbreath in the tattoo bar | |
| Says something in a language that | |
| I don' t understand | |
| The street stinks of piss and dead fish | |
| Jump a garden wall, landing on the slimy grass | |
| Air roaring in my lungs | |
| Hear him swear as he stumbles and falls behind me | |
| Down another cobbled street, footsteps bouncing off the walls | |
| Which way? | |
| A bottle smashes | |
| The glint of a blade in the moonlight | |
| Someone laughs, the corners turned and it' s too late | |
| And the first blow falls then nothing | |
| I awoke on the beach sometime later | |
| To a gray and sunless sky | |
| Your voice still slithers in my head | |
| I can' t remember what you said | |
| I get to my feet, my body aches | |
| I make for the town for noone' s sake | |
| My mind is a blur, | |
| I feel so weak | |
| I see your reflection in the street | |
| It' s what you deserve, it' s what you need | |
| Just like those stupid books you read | |
| I look to the sky, | |
| I see your face | |
| Collapse in the road | |
| I hear you say | |
| I shouldn' t go there, | |
| I shouldn' t go there | |
| My wound' s healing now and your imprint fades | |
| Now just a pale scar for five vanished days | |
| Your voice is so weak, your face is unclear | |
| Your body a legend from a forgotten year | |
| I' ve been followed home | |
| I' ve been followed home | |
| I' ve been followed home | |
| I' ve been followed home |
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