作曲 : Walker, Wussy | |
Never thought it'd come to this, | |
But there you were sleeping in your clothes. | |
In bed with your arithmetic, | |
Your hair had grown so long in your repose. | |
There among the broken glass | |
Were annuals and little paper birds | |
Faded in the sunlight of the million ways | |
That I can't find the words | |
It's alright. It's alright. | |
The days all run together in an angry pack, | |
And now they're catching up. | |
I finally got your letter, | |
And your punctuation hit me like a truck. | |
She'll be coming down the mountain in a minute now | |
To take us underground. | |
To infiltrate the borders | |
And pray to Jesus | |
When the devil's not around. | |
It's alright. It's alright. | |
We've got all night. |
zuo qu : Walker, Wussy | |
Never thought it' d come to this, | |
But there you were sleeping in your clothes. | |
In bed with your arithmetic, | |
Your hair had grown so long in your repose. | |
There among the broken glass | |
Were annuals and little paper birds | |
Faded in the sunlight of the million ways | |
That I can' t find the words | |
It' s alright. It' s alright. | |
The days all run together in an angry pack, | |
And now they' re catching up. | |
I finally got your letter, | |
And your punctuation hit me like a truck. | |
She' ll be coming down the mountain in a minute now | |
To take us underground. | |
To infiltrate the borders | |
And pray to Jesus | |
When the devil' s not around. | |
It' s alright. It' s alright. | |
We' ve got all night. |
zuò qǔ : Walker, Wussy | |
Never thought it' d come to this, | |
But there you were sleeping in your clothes. | |
In bed with your arithmetic, | |
Your hair had grown so long in your repose. | |
There among the broken glass | |
Were annuals and little paper birds | |
Faded in the sunlight of the million ways | |
That I can' t find the words | |
It' s alright. It' s alright. | |
The days all run together in an angry pack, | |
And now they' re catching up. | |
I finally got your letter, | |
And your punctuation hit me like a truck. | |
She' ll be coming down the mountain in a minute now | |
To take us underground. | |
To infiltrate the borders | |
And pray to Jesus | |
When the devil' s not around. | |
It' s alright. It' s alright. | |
We' ve got all night. |