歌曲 | Overseas Now |
歌手 | Mal Blum |
专辑 | Tempest In A Teacup |
You clean the bathroom | |
On your hands and on your knees | |
Wearing latex gloves | |
That you borrow from her | |
I don’t know what you think you’re doing | |
But you’re doing it for free | |
Do you know even what you’re doing anymore? | |
I know it’s not my business | |
And I know it’s not my right | |
But the expression on your face | |
Looks so awkward and contrived | |
But I know it’s not my business | |
And I know it’s not my right | |
And I don’t know what to call it, | |
But I wouldn’t call it | |
Oh, I’m a rising star, I’m a sinking ship | |
You’re a work of art, something delicate | |
You’re my mother’s son | |
You’re my favorite song | |
I’m the things you hide | |
When you turn the lights back on | |
I’m a one, or two, or three page explanation | |
You’re a getaway vacation | |
That I hoped would bring salvation | |
It did not | |
And it’s killing me | |
You were the only person | |
Who could understand | |
The things I think inside my head | |
And somehow you forgot | |
I dated Audrey Hepburns | |
Just to be Paul Varjack | |
And I picked up all the paychecks | |
But I never called them back | |
I guess I wasn’t fooling anybody | |
But I never knew myself | |
As well as I knew how to act | |
And I know it’s not my business | |
And I know it’s not my right | |
But you crawl into my bed | |
In the middle of the night | |
And you ask me not to leave you | |
But you don’t ask me to stay | |
And I never can say no | |
When you look at me like that | |
I’m a rising star, I’m a sinking ship | |
You’re a work of art, something delicate | |
You’re my mother’s son | |
No, you’re my favorite song | |
I’m the things you hide | |
When you turn the lights back on | |
I’m a one, or two or three page explanation | |
That you wouldn’t take the time | |
To give to anyone at all | |
I’m a one, or two or three page explanation | |
That you wouldn’t take the time | |
To give to anyone | |
Anyone at all | |
Are you overseas now? | |
With the drugs | |
And all the men | |
Or are you dead | |
Or hiding in your loft | |
Behind your papers and your pens | |
Just how we met | |
I never did believe a word they said | |
The bluest blues | |
The reddest reds | |
I never did believe a word they said | |
They made it up | |
Even the end |
You clean the bathroom | |
On your hands and on your knees | |
Wearing latex gloves | |
That you borrow from her | |
I don' t know what you think you' re doing | |
But you' re doing it for free | |
Do you know even what you' re doing anymore? | |
I know it' s not my business | |
And I know it' s not my right | |
But the expression on your face | |
Looks so awkward and contrived | |
But I know it' s not my business | |
And I know it' s not my right | |
And I don' t know what to call it, | |
But I wouldn' t call it | |
Oh, I' m a rising star, I' m a sinking ship | |
You' re a work of art, something delicate | |
You' re my mother' s son | |
You' re my favorite song | |
I' m the things you hide | |
When you turn the lights back on | |
I' m a one, or two, or three page explanation | |
You' re a getaway vacation | |
That I hoped would bring salvation | |
It did not | |
And it' s killing me | |
You were the only person | |
Who could understand | |
The things I think inside my head | |
And somehow you forgot | |
I dated Audrey Hepburns | |
Just to be Paul Varjack | |
And I picked up all the paychecks | |
But I never called them back | |
I guess I wasn' t fooling anybody | |
But I never knew myself | |
As well as I knew how to act | |
And I know it' s not my business | |
And I know it' s not my right | |
But you crawl into my bed | |
In the middle of the night | |
And you ask me not to leave you | |
But you don' t ask me to stay | |
And I never can say no | |
When you look at me like that | |
I' m a rising star, I' m a sinking ship | |
You' re a work of art, something delicate | |
You' re my mother' s son | |
No, you' re my favorite song | |
I' m the things you hide | |
When you turn the lights back on | |
I' m a one, or two or three page explanation | |
That you wouldn' t take the time | |
To give to anyone at all | |
I' m a one, or two or three page explanation | |
That you wouldn' t take the time | |
To give to anyone | |
Anyone at all | |
Are you overseas now? | |
With the drugs | |
And all the men | |
Or are you dead | |
Or hiding in your loft | |
Behind your papers and your pens | |
Just how we met | |
I never did believe a word they said | |
The bluest blues | |
The reddest reds | |
I never did believe a word they said | |
They made it up | |
Even the end |