歌曲 | The Story Of Someone's Shoe |
歌手 | The Style Council |
专辑 | Classic |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Weller | |
It's either - | |
Something in their eyes or something in the drink | |
But whatever it is they both stop and think | |
There's no going back and nothing above | |
It's lust or loneliness - but never love. | |
She takes a breath as he takes his keys | |
First name terms is the extent of it | |
There's no getting out as they're going in | |
But by tomorrow they both will begin | |
To regret and renege on a bond they have struck | |
A small price to pay and casual luck | |
Some lose nothing - some lose a lot | |
But whatever we have is all we have got. | |
He takes her hand and leads to the room | |
In half light and silence for their clothes to remove | |
There's doubt in her mind but hope in her heart | |
That this last one of many may be the start. | |
So they wriggle and writhe for an hour or two | |
But time has no place when two are consumed. | |
They moan and they gasp but they don't really speak | |
As no conversation could fit this scene. | |
And tomorrow as always, always comes | |
As she slips away - he still dumb | |
He felt the urge just as she felt the need | |
Now the need to get out, still carrying his seed, | |
Which trickles down her leg and onto her shoe | |
Onto the pavement and then out of view | |
Into the gutter and down into a drain | |
Joining a river and there to remain - | |
There's no going back and there's nothing above | |
It's lust and loneliness that drives us along | |
It's lust and loneliness - but it's seldom love. |
zuo ci : Weller | |
It' s either | |
Something in their eyes or something in the drink | |
But whatever it is they both stop and think | |
There' s no going back and nothing above | |
It' s lust or loneliness but never love. | |
She takes a breath as he takes his keys | |
First name terms is the extent of it | |
There' s no getting out as they' re going in | |
But by tomorrow they both will begin | |
To regret and renege on a bond they have struck | |
A small price to pay and casual luck | |
Some lose nothing some lose a lot | |
But whatever we have is all we have got. | |
He takes her hand and leads to the room | |
In half light and silence for their clothes to remove | |
There' s doubt in her mind but hope in her heart | |
That this last one of many may be the start. | |
So they wriggle and writhe for an hour or two | |
But time has no place when two are consumed. | |
They moan and they gasp but they don' t really speak | |
As no conversation could fit this scene. | |
And tomorrow as always, always comes | |
As she slips away he still dumb | |
He felt the urge just as she felt the need | |
Now the need to get out, still carrying his seed, | |
Which trickles down her leg and onto her shoe | |
Onto the pavement and then out of view | |
Into the gutter and down into a drain | |
Joining a river and there to remain | |
There' s no going back and there' s nothing above | |
It' s lust and loneliness that drives us along | |
It' s lust and loneliness but it' s seldom love. |
zuò cí : Weller | |
It' s either | |
Something in their eyes or something in the drink | |
But whatever it is they both stop and think | |
There' s no going back and nothing above | |
It' s lust or loneliness but never love. | |
She takes a breath as he takes his keys | |
First name terms is the extent of it | |
There' s no getting out as they' re going in | |
But by tomorrow they both will begin | |
To regret and renege on a bond they have struck | |
A small price to pay and casual luck | |
Some lose nothing some lose a lot | |
But whatever we have is all we have got. | |
He takes her hand and leads to the room | |
In half light and silence for their clothes to remove | |
There' s doubt in her mind but hope in her heart | |
That this last one of many may be the start. | |
So they wriggle and writhe for an hour or two | |
But time has no place when two are consumed. | |
They moan and they gasp but they don' t really speak | |
As no conversation could fit this scene. | |
And tomorrow as always, always comes | |
As she slips away he still dumb | |
He felt the urge just as she felt the need | |
Now the need to get out, still carrying his seed, | |
Which trickles down her leg and onto her shoe | |
Onto the pavement and then out of view | |
Into the gutter and down into a drain | |
Joining a river and there to remain | |
There' s no going back and there' s nothing above | |
It' s lust and loneliness that drives us along | |
It' s lust and loneliness but it' s seldom love. |