歌手:Elliott Smith
专辑:《Roman Candle》

He was sick of it all
Asleep at home
Told you off and goodbye

Well you know one day itll come to haunt you
That you didnt tell him quite the truth

Youre a crisis
Youre a icicle
Youre a tongueless talker
You dont care what you say
Youre a jaywalker and you just just walk away

And thats all you do
The clap of the fading out sound of your shoes

Made him ownder who he thought that he knew

Last call
He was sick of it all
The endless stream of reminders
Made him so sick of you sick of you sick of you
Sick for your sound
Sick of you coming around

Trying to crawl under my skin
When I already shed my best defense
It comes out all around that you won
And I think Im all done
You can switch me off safely
While Im lying here waiting for sleep to overtake me

Yeah yeah youre still here but just check to make sure
All you aspired to do was endure
You cant ask for more ask for none
Knowing youll never get that which you ask for

So you cast your shadow everywhere like the man in the moon

You start to drink you just want to continue
Itll all be yester year soon
You start to drink you just want to continue

Itll all be yester year soon

Church bells and now Im awake and I guess it must be some kind of
Holiday

I cant seen to join in the celebration

But Ill go to the service
And Ill go to pray
And Ill sing the praises of my makers name
Like I was as good as she made me
And I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
Im lying here waiting for sleep to one take me