New Directions

歌曲 New Directions
歌手 Jens Lekman
专辑 An Argument With Myself

歌词

Take a right at the roundabout
Another right gets you around and out
Left for 0.2km
xxx 45 and take a right again
Take a slight left passing over xxx
The 45 merges into E20
The E20 merges into E6
The sunset burns in the firebreaks
They say this what your friends should be for
But I don’t know who my friends are any more
Sometimes I get this feeling
This town’s been constructed around me brick by brick
This walls seem to be thin
And I think I’m being used for some purpose
In a future I did not know I lived in
With a heart I did not know that could be breaking
They say this is what your friends are for
But I don’t know who you people are any more
They say this what your friends should be for
But I don’t know who my friends are any more
Take a left when you come out the door
Go past Peggy’s grocery store
Walk down Calendar Road to the stop
There’s a funeral home and some empty shops
Just wave your hand to the cruising cops
The flowers and all the door knobs
The bus is waiting down the hill
Your left hand wrapped round a mint pastille
Your right hand wrapped round a milk-white stone
From this point you will never be alone

拼音

Take a right at the roundabout
Another right gets you around and out
Left for 0. 2km
xxx 45 and take a right again
Take a slight left passing over xxx
The 45 merges into E20
The E20 merges into E6
The sunset burns in the firebreaks
They say this what your friends should be for
But I don' t know who my friends are any more
Sometimes I get this feeling
This town' s been constructed around me brick by brick
This walls seem to be thin
And I think I' m being used for some purpose
In a future I did not know I lived in
With a heart I did not know that could be breaking
They say this is what your friends are for
But I don' t know who you people are any more
They say this what your friends should be for
But I don' t know who my friends are any more
Take a left when you come out the door
Go past Peggy' s grocery store
Walk down Calendar Road to the stop
There' s a funeral home and some empty shops
Just wave your hand to the cruising cops
The flowers and all the door knobs
The bus is waiting down the hill
Your left hand wrapped round a mint pastille
Your right hand wrapped round a milkwhite stone
From this point you will never be alone