[00:00.00] 作词 : Alex Turner
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Arctic Monkeys
[00:28.57]You showed me my tomorrow
[00:32.67]Beside a box of matches
[00:36.98]A welcome threatening stir
[00:43.32]
[00:45.21]My hopes of being stolen
[00:49.35]Might just ring true
[00:51.62]Depends who you prefer
[01:00.29]
[01:01.98]If it's true you're gonna run away
[01:06.35]Tell me where
[01:08.34]I'll meet you there
[01:11.74]
[01:18.71]Am I snapping the excitement
[01:22.55]If I pack away the laughter
[01:26.98]And tell you how it feels?
[01:31.47]
[01:35.43]And does burden come to meet ya
[01:39.28]If I've questions of the feature
[01:43.65]That rolls on your dream reel
[01:50.23]
[01:52.30]The day after you stole my heart
[01:56.23]Everything I touched told me
[01:58.79]"It would be better shared with you
[02:04.24]With you"
[02:08.43]And now you're hiding in my soup
[02:12.44]And this book reveals your face
[02:16.89]And you're splashing in my eyelids
[02:20.95]As the concentration continually breaks
[02:25.83]
[02:26.23]I did request the mark you cast
[02:30.59]Didn't heal as fast
[02:33.13]I hear your voice in silences
[02:37.51]Will the teasing of the fire
[02:41.47]Be followed by the thud?
[02:44.54]
[02:59.21]In the jostling crowd
[03:01.25]You're not allowed
[03:03.36]To tell the truth
[03:05.16]And the photo booth's a liar
[03:15.66]And there's a sharpened explanation
[03:19.87]But there's no screaming reason to inquire
[03:26.80]
[03:32.00]I'd like to poke them in their prying eyes
[03:37.24]With things they'd never see
[03:40.86]If it smacks them in their temples

作词 : Alex Turner
作曲 : Arctic Monkeys
You showed me my tomorrow
Beside a box of matches
A welcome threatening stir
My hopes of being stolen
Might just ring true
Depends who you prefer
If it's true you're gonna run away
Tell me where
I'll meet you there
Am I snapping the excitement
If I pack away the laughter
And tell you how it feels?
And does burden come to meet ya
If I've questions of the feature
That rolls on your dream reel
The day after you stole my heart
Everything I touched told me
"It would be better shared with you
With you"
And now you're hiding in my soup
And this book reveals your face
And you're splashing in my eyelids
As the concentration continually breaks
I did request the mark you cast
Didn't heal as fast
I hear your voice in silences
Will the teasing of the fire
Be followed by the thud?
In the jostling crowd
You're not allowed
To tell the truth
And the photo booth's a liar
And there's a sharpened explanation
But there's no screaming reason to inquire
I'd like to poke them in their prying eyes
With things they'd never see
If it smacks them in their temples