| 歌曲 | Dry Off Your Cheeks |
| 歌手 | Jamie T |
| 专辑 | Panic Prevention |
| 作曲 : T | |
| My old heart it's been 13 hours | |
| Too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower | |
| Looking at you looking at you | |
| Oh shit shit I'll go cook myself a brew | |
| Love it, oh sometimes at least I fall | |
| Put it up too much to call home sometimes | |
| Well I dance the two step look at you swing | |
| Not sure what I mean don't know what I sing | |
| I just dance on the harpsichord string | |
| Move it down when your coming up | |
| Lose it down when your tip toe dancing | |
| Enhancing all the pressure prancing | |
| All around this place every night and | |
| Day when we were in the rat race | |
| Shouting back to the oldest people | |
| Chat at the bartender in the cold top steeples | |
| Like no screaming | |
| My dear they will dry off ya cheeks | |
| And never been down the factor too much of | |
| That can bring you right down to tragedy more oh me | |
| Losing myself in this race | |
| You see me see me see me see me seeing me | |
| See me see me me me | |
| What's in my liberty? | |
| In a hectic test a no one protest in you when imp so damn scared | |
| Live for the life and the love I need | |
| And the lead in the life cos I never play fare | |
| My old heart it's been 13 hours | |
| Too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower | |
| Looking at you, looking at you | |
| Oh shit, I'll go cook myself a brew | |
| I got my own way home, I got my own keys | |
| So why you looking at me like you're a lady | |
| I got my own kinda groovy | |
| Smoking too much and drinking | |
| You bring yourself down in pain | |
| Bdbbyebdbdyebdbyebdye | |
| For the love of the living and the live cut free | |
| She all on the floor while I drink whiskey | |
| And look to the corner think about me all about me | |
| Never go self cos your walk with a pelvis white boy Elvis dance around | |
| This floor much quicker than you | |
| Look at this look at the boys dancin think there impressin but they ain't | |
| Do shit | |
| I'm on groove from the grooving loosing as I use ya as | |
| I go moving crying the tears not for myself and not for you honey have no | |
| Fear | |
| And now I break to the floor when the old piano comes crashing | |
| Sometimes I'm not sure what I'm gonna do but I aint here for more | |
| Take my last match with desperate passions and a few up facts | |
| My old heart it's been 13 hours | |
| Too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower | |
| Looking at you, looking at you | |
| Oh shit, I'll go cook myself a brew | |
| My old heart it's been 13 hours | |
| Too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower | |
| Looking at you, looking at you | |
| Oh shit, I'll go cook myself a brew | |
| My old heart it's been 13 hours | |
| Too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower | |
| Looking at you, looking at you | |
| Oh shit, I'll go cook myself a brew | |
| Love it, oh sometimes at least I fall | |
| Put it up too much to call home | |
| Sometimes |
| zuò qǔ : T | |
| My old heart it' s been 13 hours | |
| Too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower | |
| Looking at you looking at you | |
| Oh shit shit I' ll go cook myself a brew | |
| Love it, oh sometimes at least I fall | |
| Put it up too much to call home sometimes | |
| Well I dance the two step look at you swing | |
| Not sure what I mean don' t know what I sing | |
| I just dance on the harpsichord string | |
| Move it down when your coming up | |
| Lose it down when your tip toe dancing | |
| Enhancing all the pressure prancing | |
| All around this place every night and | |
| Day when we were in the rat race | |
| Shouting back to the oldest people | |
| Chat at the bartender in the cold top steeples | |
| Like no screaming | |
| My dear they will dry off ya cheeks | |
| And never been down the factor too much of | |
| That can bring you right down to tragedy more oh me | |
| Losing myself in this race | |
| You see me see me see me see me seeing me | |
| See me see me me me | |
| What' s in my liberty? | |
| In a hectic test a no one protest in you when imp so damn scared | |
| Live for the life and the love I need | |
| And the lead in the life cos I never play fare | |
| My old heart it' s been 13 hours | |
| Too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower | |
| Looking at you, looking at you | |
| Oh shit, I' ll go cook myself a brew | |
| I got my own way home, I got my own keys | |
| So why you looking at me like you' re a lady | |
| I got my own kinda groovy | |
| Smoking too much and drinking | |
| You bring yourself down in pain | |
| Bdbbyebdbdyebdbyebdye | |
| For the love of the living and the live cut free | |
| She all on the floor while I drink whiskey | |
| And look to the corner think about me all about me | |
| Never go self cos your walk with a pelvis white boy Elvis dance around | |
| This floor much quicker than you | |
| Look at this look at the boys dancin think there impressin but they ain' t | |
| Do shit | |
| I' m on groove from the grooving loosing as I use ya as | |
| I go moving crying the tears not for myself and not for you honey have no | |
| Fear | |
| And now I break to the floor when the old piano comes crashing | |
| Sometimes I' m not sure what I' m gonna do but I aint here for more | |
| Take my last match with desperate passions and a few up facts | |
| My old heart it' s been 13 hours | |
| Too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower | |
| Looking at you, looking at you | |
| Oh shit, I' ll go cook myself a brew | |
| My old heart it' s been 13 hours | |
| Too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower | |
| Looking at you, looking at you | |
| Oh shit, I' ll go cook myself a brew | |
| My old heart it' s been 13 hours | |
| Too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower | |
| Looking at you, looking at you | |
| Oh shit, I' ll go cook myself a brew | |
| Love it, oh sometimes at least I fall | |
| Put it up too much to call home | |
| Sometimes |