[00:00.00] 作词 : Frame
[00:00.96]Artist：aztec camera
[00:02.33]Songs Title：the boy wonders
[00:03.43]
[00:27.28]I brought you some francs from my travelling chest
[00:32.90]
[00:33.71]Youll spare me the thanks til you know Im the best
[00:39.15]
[00:40.22]So come hogmonay when love comes in slurs
[00:45.71]
[00:46.59]Resolutions Ill make and you can label them hers
[00:51.90]
[00:52.72]We threw our hands up high we, nearly touched the sky,
[00:56.15]We clicked our heels and spat and swore
[00:57.96]Wed never let it die
[00:59.90]All those boy wonders
[01:02.47]Sold their medals when they saw this train
[01:05.67]Now this boy wonders
[01:08.80]When hell feel the fall of honest rain
[01:12.27]I came from high land where the hopefuls have to hesitate
[01:18.65]Now this boy wonders
[01:21.28]
[01:21.90]Why the words were never worth the wait
[01:25.22]Im waiting, waiting.
[01:31.15]
[01:31.78]In pastel paper pink over grey
[01:34.53]We wrap, wrap, wrap and chuck, chuck away
[01:35.72]The poor excuse they peddle as their prose.
[01:37.90]
[01:45.38]Dry your tears, tie your tongue and youre never sixteen
[01:50.67]
[01:51.79]And Ill give you a glimpse of the hard and the clean
[01:57.36]
[01:58.30]And my travelling chest will be open to you
[02:03.72]
[02:04.78]And boy will you learn that you havent a clue
[02:10.30]
[02:11.61]I even asked my best friend but he could not explain
[02:16.73]
[02:17.92]It hit me when I left him
[02:20.80]I felt the rain and called it genius,
[02:23.21]Called it genius.

作词 : Frame
Artist：aztec camera
Songs Title：the boy wonders
I brought you some francs from my travelling chest
Youll spare me the thanks til you know Im the best
So come hogmonay when love comes in slurs
Resolutions Ill make and you can label them hers
We threw our hands up high we, nearly touched the sky,
We clicked our heels and spat and swore
Wed never let it die
All those boy wonders
Sold their medals when they saw this train
Now this boy wonders
When hell feel the fall of honest rain
I came from high land where the hopefuls have to hesitate
Now this boy wonders
Why the words were never worth the wait
Im waiting, waiting.
In pastel paper pink over grey
We wrap, wrap, wrap and chuck, chuck away
The poor excuse they peddle as their prose.
Dry your tears, tie your tongue and youre never sixteen
And Ill give you a glimpse of the hard and the clean
And my travelling chest will be open to you
And boy will you learn that you havent a clue
I even asked my best friend but he could not explain
It hit me when I left him
I felt the rain and called it genius,
Called it genius.