歌手:Justin Rutledge
专辑:《The Devil on a Bench in Stanley Park》

作曲 : Rutledge
She loves me best on Mondays
Her hair all up in arms
My shaky love above the car alarms
She cleans me out on Fridays
With a Bombay-soda grin
The evening clad in California skin
She's music to my ears
She's music to my ears
And even when she breaks my heart
It's music to my ears
She calls me from the ocean
Says the West it treats her kind
Where highways always say
What's on their mind
I'm a lonely mathematician
I do my work from home
My house is built
On broken telephones
She's music to my ears
Music to my ears
Oh every every morning waking
Shaking last night's souvenirs
She's music to my ears
Music to my ears
And even when she breaks my heart
It's music to my ears
No sir ain't no money in this band
But we do our jobs the very best we can
In a fountain by the alley
I throw pennies for my girl
And wonder why it's such and angry world
I dream I am a valley
I speak a flower's tongue
My lady is the trees
I lay among
She's music to my ears
Music to my ears
Oh her eyes are always golden
Oh like shattered chandeliers
She's music to my ears
Music to my ears
Oh even when she breaks my heart
It's music to my ears
Oh and even when she breaks my heart
It's music to my ears