歌曲 | No Better Place |
歌手 | Fountains of Wayne |
专辑 | Welcome Interstate Managers |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Collingwood, Schlesinger | |
Is that supposed to be your poker face | |
Or was someone run over by a train | |
And you were minding your own business | |
But you're begging for forgiveness just the same | |
And it's running back and forth inside your mind | |
Just how that town defined you | |
Dressed you up, painted your face | |
And now you're leaving | |
New YorkFor no better place | |
You're awake and trying not to be | |
Wrapped around your pillow like a prawn | |
And the nighttime's wrapped around you | |
Will be until it drops you on the dawn> | |
From the C train to the shiny tower | |
Kicked around til happy hour found you | |
Where you can drink that smirk right off your face | |
And now you're leaving | |
New YorkFor no better place | |
And here is your reflection | |
In a building uptown | |
A ghost inside some | |
Madison Avenue display | |
Like water under bridges | |
You're slowly passing by | |
As you sail between the rooftops and the sky | |
And the bourbon sits inside me | |
Right now | |
I'm a puppet in its sway | |
And it may be the whiskey talking | |
But the whiskey says | |
I miss you every day | |
So I taxi to an all-night party | |
Park me in the corner in an old chair | |
Sip my drink and stare out into space | |
And now you're leaving | |
New YorkFor no better place |
zuo ci : Collingwood, Schlesinger | |
Is that supposed to be your poker face | |
Or was someone run over by a train | |
And you were minding your own business | |
But you' re begging for forgiveness just the same | |
And it' s running back and forth inside your mind | |
Just how that town defined you | |
Dressed you up, painted your face | |
And now you' re leaving | |
New YorkFor no better place | |
You' re awake and trying not to be | |
Wrapped around your pillow like a prawn | |
And the nighttime' s wrapped around you | |
Will be until it drops you on the dawn | |
From the C train to the shiny tower | |
Kicked around til happy hour found you | |
Where you can drink that smirk right off your face | |
And now you' re leaving | |
New YorkFor no better place | |
And here is your reflection | |
In a building uptown | |
A ghost inside some | |
Madison Avenue display | |
Like water under bridges | |
You' re slowly passing by | |
As you sail between the rooftops and the sky | |
And the bourbon sits inside me | |
Right now | |
I' m a puppet in its sway | |
And it may be the whiskey talking | |
But the whiskey says | |
I miss you every day | |
So I taxi to an allnight party | |
Park me in the corner in an old chair | |
Sip my drink and stare out into space | |
And now you' re leaving | |
New YorkFor no better place |
zuò cí : Collingwood, Schlesinger | |
Is that supposed to be your poker face | |
Or was someone run over by a train | |
And you were minding your own business | |
But you' re begging for forgiveness just the same | |
And it' s running back and forth inside your mind | |
Just how that town defined you | |
Dressed you up, painted your face | |
And now you' re leaving | |
New YorkFor no better place | |
You' re awake and trying not to be | |
Wrapped around your pillow like a prawn | |
And the nighttime' s wrapped around you | |
Will be until it drops you on the dawn | |
From the C train to the shiny tower | |
Kicked around til happy hour found you | |
Where you can drink that smirk right off your face | |
And now you' re leaving | |
New YorkFor no better place | |
And here is your reflection | |
In a building uptown | |
A ghost inside some | |
Madison Avenue display | |
Like water under bridges | |
You' re slowly passing by | |
As you sail between the rooftops and the sky | |
And the bourbon sits inside me | |
Right now | |
I' m a puppet in its sway | |
And it may be the whiskey talking | |
But the whiskey says | |
I miss you every day | |
So I taxi to an allnight party | |
Park me in the corner in an old chair | |
Sip my drink and stare out into space | |
And now you' re leaving | |
New YorkFor no better place |