歌手:Fiona Apple
专辑:《Extraordinary Machine》

作词 : Apple
The early cars
Already are

Drawing deep breaths past my door

And last night's phrases
Sick with lack of basis

Are still writhing on my floor

And it doesn't seem fair
That your wicked words should work
In holding me down

No it doesn't seem right
To take information

Given at close range
For the gag
And the bind
And the ammunition round

Conversation once colored by esteem
Became dialogue as a diagram of a play for blood

Took a vacation my pallet got clean
Now I could taste your agenda
While you're spitting your cud

And it doesn't make sense
I should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown

No it doesn't seem right

To take information
Given at close range
For the gag
And the bind
And the ammunition round

This is not about love

'Cause I am not in love

In fact I can't stop falling out

This is not about love

'Cause I am not in love

In fact I can't stop falling out

I miss that stupid ache

What is this posture
I have to stare at
That's what he said when I'm sittin' up straight
Change the name of the game 'cause he lost
And he knew he was wrong but he knew it too late
But I'm not being fair
'Cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouth

But I'd like to choose right
Take all the things that I've said that he stole
Put 'em in a sack
Swing 'em over my shoulder
Turn on my heels
Step out of this sight
Try to live in a lovelier life

This is not about love

'Cause I am not in love

In fact I can't stop falling out

This is not about love

'Cause I am not in love

In fact i can't stop falling out

I miss that stupid ache