歌曲 | I Can Change |
歌手 | Tom Milsom |
专辑 | Ephemera (Demos and Unreleased Stuff 2007?-?10) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
You used to be somewhat anathema to me | |
you were a stench you were a stool | |
you were a succubus | |
but further down the line | |
I think you’ll find | |
I can change my mind | |
that’s not a crime | |
and even though I don’t know why, it’s not a crime | |
there seems to be some sort of loop | |
surrounding me or my activites repeat at an alarming frequency | |
and in decline | |
is anything that’s mine | |
sitting in a shopping trolley | |
crying over somebody you’ve seen once in the biscuits aisle | |
and instantly adored is not becoming or convincing | |
and I know that your’e fucked up | |
and it’s a thing you can’t get over | |
and it’s worthy of our tolerance | |
but everybody’s hungry | |
and you’ve eaten all our biscuits | |
and I I love your bout of gluttony | |
and even if it’s August it | |
gets chilly in the night | |
and we’re supposed to meet the others in the park | |
in 20 minutes and I don’t want to explain | |
that you’ve been crying | |
over someone else | |
and that’s why all your eyeliner is leaving bits of residue | |
all over your nice face | |
and how you won’t even remember in the morning | |
when it’s over and in a half an hour | |
when your friends are all around you | |
and your’e drinking and you’re happy | |
and the only piece of evidence that you were ever miserable | |
is the mascara that is covering your cheeks | |
and maybe me | |
sat in the corner | |
when I try to catch your eye | |
between deluded dreams of getting up and leaving you forever |
You used to be somewhat anathema to me | |
you were a stench you were a stool | |
you were a succubus | |
but further down the line | |
I think you' ll find | |
I can change my mind | |
that' s not a crime | |
and even though I don' t know why, it' s not a crime | |
there seems to be some sort of loop | |
surrounding me or my activites repeat at an alarming frequency | |
and in decline | |
is anything that' s mine | |
sitting in a shopping trolley | |
crying over somebody you' ve seen once in the biscuits aisle | |
and instantly adored is not becoming or convincing | |
and I know that your' e fucked up | |
and it' s a thing you can' t get over | |
and it' s worthy of our tolerance | |
but everybody' s hungry | |
and you' ve eaten all our biscuits | |
and I I love your bout of gluttony | |
and even if it' s August it | |
gets chilly in the night | |
and we' re supposed to meet the others in the park | |
in 20 minutes and I don' t want to explain | |
that you' ve been crying | |
over someone else | |
and that' s why all your eyeliner is leaving bits of residue | |
all over your nice face | |
and how you won' t even remember in the morning | |
when it' s over and in a half an hour | |
when your friends are all around you | |
and your' e drinking and you' re happy | |
and the only piece of evidence that you were ever miserable | |
is the mascara that is covering your cheeks | |
and maybe me | |
sat in the corner | |
when I try to catch your eye | |
between deluded dreams of getting up and leaving you forever |
You used to be somewhat anathema to me | |
you were a stench you were a stool | |
you were a succubus | |
but further down the line | |
I think you' ll find | |
I can change my mind | |
that' s not a crime | |
and even though I don' t know why, it' s not a crime | |
there seems to be some sort of loop | |
surrounding me or my activites repeat at an alarming frequency | |
and in decline | |
is anything that' s mine | |
sitting in a shopping trolley | |
crying over somebody you' ve seen once in the biscuits aisle | |
and instantly adored is not becoming or convincing | |
and I know that your' e fucked up | |
and it' s a thing you can' t get over | |
and it' s worthy of our tolerance | |
but everybody' s hungry | |
and you' ve eaten all our biscuits | |
and I I love your bout of gluttony | |
and even if it' s August it | |
gets chilly in the night | |
and we' re supposed to meet the others in the park | |
in 20 minutes and I don' t want to explain | |
that you' ve been crying | |
over someone else | |
and that' s why all your eyeliner is leaving bits of residue | |
all over your nice face | |
and how you won' t even remember in the morning | |
when it' s over and in a half an hour | |
when your friends are all around you | |
and your' e drinking and you' re happy | |
and the only piece of evidence that you were ever miserable | |
is the mascara that is covering your cheeks | |
and maybe me | |
sat in the corner | |
when I try to catch your eye | |
between deluded dreams of getting up and leaving you forever |