[00:00.00] 作曲 : Peter Doherty
[00:10.89]Can you hear over the buzz of flies
[00:13.56]Between the pillows and the skies
[00:14.68]That beg into your eyes
[00:16.25]Through the looking glass
[00:17.55]In between your thighs
[00:20.67]A talking cat's no great surprise
[00:23.42]As we go straight down the rabbit hole
[00:27.76]There we go
[00:30.72]I've been meaning to tell you
[00:34.60]A sentimental thing that occurred to me
[00:40.86]I was wanting to show you
[00:44.62]A set of photographs
[00:47.55]That'll make you laugh or smile
[00:50.76]You might wanna stick one on his nose
[00:54.02]Around his teeth, down his drug hole
[00:57.10]There's nowhere else for teeth to go
[01:31.04]Scottish fiver up his nose
[01:34.91]Haven't seen his face
[01:37.80]Since oh so long ago
[01:40.87]I was there to sing but I didn't dare
[01:45.39]His lips are blue, his eyes are closed
[01:51.17]I've been meaning to tell you
[01:54.76]A sentimental thing that occurred to me
[02:00.66]Yeah, I was wanting to show you
[02:04.59]A set of photographs
[02:07.04]The moment came and went too fast
[02:10.74]What the papers say isn't true
[02:14.62]There's no more shouting, no more pouting for you

作曲 : Peter Doherty
Can you hear over the buzz of flies
Between the pillows and the skies
That beg into your eyes
Through the looking glass
In between your thighs
A talking cat's no great surprise
As we go straight down the rabbit hole
There we go
I've been meaning to tell you
A sentimental thing that occurred to me
I was wanting to show you
A set of photographs
That'll make you laugh or smile
You might wanna stick one on his nose
Around his teeth, down his drug hole
There's nowhere else for teeth to go
Scottish fiver up his nose
Haven't seen his face
Since oh so long ago
I was there to sing but I didn't dare
His lips are blue, his eyes are closed
I've been meaning to tell you
A sentimental thing that occurred to me
Yeah, I was wanting to show you
A set of photographs
The moment came and went too fast
What the papers say isn't true
There's no more shouting, no more pouting for you