[00:00.00] 作词 : Roddy Frame
[00:00.22] 作曲 : Roddy Frame
[00:00.45] 编曲 : Roddy Frame
[00:00.67] 制作人 : Bernie Clarke/John Brand
[00:00.90]Artist：aztec camera
[00:01.59]Songs Title：pillar to post
[00:02.41]
[00:26.97]So you appear and say how Ive grown
[00:29.80]
[00:30.30]And fill me up with faces Ive known.
[00:32.99]
[00:33.61]In this light theyre far from divine
[00:35.99]
[00:36.61]Ill save them up and spend them when I have time.
[00:41.05]
[00:46.74]The salted taste of all your tears and woes
[00:51.61]
[00:52.67]Sent me in haste my melancholy rose
[00:57.38]
[00:58.49]Those tasteless lips were closed
[01:01.77]You watched me come, youll see me go.
[01:05.28]Once I was happy in happy extremes
[01:11.71]Packing my bags for the path of the free
[01:17.72]From pillar to post I am driven it seems
[01:23.34]
[01:23.96]These bitter tokens are worthless to me
[01:29.40]
[01:31.46]Just like june the curtains are closed
[01:33.90]
[01:34.59]The ghost of shame he sits here and sighs
[01:37.21]
[01:37.78]Ill love the flames like Ive loved the cold
[01:40.65]Ill learn to love the life of the could i, could i, could i
[01:45.71]
[01:50.78]So I dont cross my fingers any more
[01:55.46]
[01:57.21]You looked for rags and found them at your door
[02:02.02]
[02:02.59]How could you ask for more
[02:06.02]Than everything youve heard before?
[02:09.65]Once I was happy in happy extremes
[02:14.46]
[02:15.77]Packing my bags for the path of the free
[02:21.77]From pillar to post I am driven it seems
[02:27.34]
[02:28.46]These bitter tokens are worthless to me

作词 : Roddy Frame
作曲 : Roddy Frame
编曲 : Roddy Frame
制作人 : Bernie Clarke/John Brand
Artist：aztec camera
Songs Title：pillar to post
So you appear and say how Ive grown
And fill me up with faces Ive known.
In this light theyre far from divine
Ill save them up and spend them when I have time.
The salted taste of all your tears and woes
Sent me in haste my melancholy rose
Those tasteless lips were closed
You watched me come, youll see me go.
Once I was happy in happy extremes
Packing my bags for the path of the free
From pillar to post I am driven it seems
These bitter tokens are worthless to me
Just like june the curtains are closed
The ghost of shame he sits here and sighs
Ill love the flames like Ive loved the cold
Ill learn to love the life of the could i, could i, could i
So I dont cross my fingers any more
You looked for rags and found them at your door
How could you ask for more
Than everything youve heard before?
Once I was happy in happy extremes
Packing my bags for the path of the free
From pillar to post I am driven it seems
These bitter tokens are worthless to me