歌曲 | What Kind of Move |
歌手 | Brooke Miller |
专辑 | You Can See Everything |
作曲 : Miller | |
What kind of move is the best thing | |
For leaving you in the I don't know | |
You can leave the best of a cool nest | |
But there's no master plan when you go | |
You hear the swearing and the laughter | |
Smoke coming in from the neighbors next door | |
My Christina had the toughest set of lungs | |
She could out sing anyone | |
She'd have them up on the small floor dancing | |
Anyone knew anyone | |
I hate to be leaving in the middle of this | |
What can I say but | |
This city is chorded there's rhythm in the traffic | |
Spokes in the wheels wherever you go | |
I'm just one exception to be sitting here | |
Trying to carve out some kind of a home | |
Everyone around here lets their cats loose | |
To control the mice | |
It's the kind of neighborhood with a few broken down houses | |
But it's kinda nice | |
Going through photos of places you've been | |
The places you part | |
It's the packing and the moving that really holds on | |
To the rungs of a lonely heart | |
Just when you think it's over | |
Something new begins | |
Somewhere in the grander scheme of scheming | |
Just when you think you're stepping out | |
That's when you're stepping in | |
It leaves you open windowed and ever dreaming |
zuò qǔ : Miller | |
What kind of move is the best thing | |
For leaving you in the I don' t know | |
You can leave the best of a cool nest | |
But there' s no master plan when you go | |
You hear the swearing and the laughter | |
Smoke coming in from the neighbors next door | |
My Christina had the toughest set of lungs | |
She could out sing anyone | |
She' d have them up on the small floor dancing | |
Anyone knew anyone | |
I hate to be leaving in the middle of this | |
What can I say but | |
This city is chorded there' s rhythm in the traffic | |
Spokes in the wheels wherever you go | |
I' m just one exception to be sitting here | |
Trying to carve out some kind of a home | |
Everyone around here lets their cats loose | |
To control the mice | |
It' s the kind of neighborhood with a few broken down houses | |
But it' s kinda nice | |
Going through photos of places you' ve been | |
The places you part | |
It' s the packing and the moving that really holds on | |
To the rungs of a lonely heart | |
Just when you think it' s over | |
Something new begins | |
Somewhere in the grander scheme of scheming | |
Just when you think you' re stepping out | |
That' s when you' re stepping in | |
It leaves you open windowed and ever dreaming |