[00:00.00] 作词 : Peter Hook/Bernard Sumner/Stephen Morris/Gillian Gilbert
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Peter Hook/Bernard Sumner/Stephen Morris/Gillian Gilbert
[00:37.35]I've kept my head against the wall
[00:40.98]I've been this way for so long now
[00:45.69]You weren't exactly falling over yourself
[00:51.66]When last
[00:56.19]I saw youWell
[00:56.43]I always thought
[00:58.77]We'd get along like a house on fire
[01:03.45]Until you told me that
[01:04.92]I'd have to go
[01:07.59]How can someone like you, work that slow?
[01:09.48]Whatever you think of me
[01:13.26]You listen hard and
[01:13.77]I will make you see
[01:14.10]Whatever you think of me
[01:16.17]You listen hard and
[01:17.16]I will make you see
[01:47.40]I don't feel anything no more
[01:51.15]This state of grace is consuming me
[01:55.50]I'm not grown up and
[01:57.69]I am not a boy
[01:58.53]I feel no pain and
[02:02.04]I feel no joy
[02:05.28]Well, I always thought
[02:09.15]We'd get along like a house on fire
[02:13.74]In those days when the sun was warm
[02:18.90]I ran in the street where
[02:20.04]I was born
[02:26.79]Whatever you think of me
[02:35.19]You listen hard and
[02:36.30]I will make you see
[02:36.63]Whatever you think of me
[02:37.50]You listen hard and
[02:37.92]I will make you see
[02:38.25]The streets are so empty at this time of night
[03:06.45]I'd rather walk on my own than fight
[03:07.14]In a world where
[03:13.62]I'd forgotten you
[03:13.98]I found myself forgotten, too
[03:21.24]That's the danger of believing books
[03:22.74]And all the lies of those thieves and crooks
[03:27.30]We sing intellectual songs of love
[03:33.57]From a stolen pen to a velvet glove

作词 : Peter Hook/Bernard Sumner/Stephen Morris/Gillian Gilbert
作曲 : Peter Hook/Bernard Sumner/Stephen Morris/Gillian Gilbert
I've kept my head against the wall
I've been this way for so long now
You weren't exactly falling over yourself
When last
I saw youWell
I always thought
We'd get along like a house on fire
Until you told me that
I'd have to go
How can someone like you, work that slow?
Whatever you think of me
You listen hard and
I will make you see
Whatever you think of me
You listen hard and
I will make you see
I don't feel anything no more
This state of grace is consuming me
I'm not grown up and
I am not a boy
I feel no pain and
I feel no joy
Well, I always thought
We'd get along like a house on fire
In those days when the sun was warm
I ran in the street where
I was born
Whatever you think of me
You listen hard and
I will make you see
Whatever you think of me
You listen hard and
I will make you see
The streets are so empty at this time of night
I'd rather walk on my own than fight
In a world where
I'd forgotten you
I found myself forgotten, too
That's the danger of believing books
And all the lies of those thieves and crooks
We sing intellectual songs of love
From a stolen pen to a velvet glove