[00:00.00] 作词 : Stuart Murdoch
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Stuart Murdoch
[00:17.97]I fried my head, I'm not a brunette
[00:21.43]I'm a down and dusky blonde
[00:25.56]I am living in a tree
[00:29.32]When I lie in bed I see
[00:33.27]Beyond my brother's head the moon, I hear the rain
[00:42.10]I am conscious of my voice as a tool
[00:45.13]It's more demure
[00:49.30]Than your friend the singing queen
[00:53.24]With her matinee good looks
[00:57.13]She talks like talking from a book
[01:01.03]I speak the language of my village, of my street
[01:09.87]But I need a friend and I choose you
[01:12.97]I tell you the way I feel
[01:17.06]The truth is crushing like a heel
[01:20.93]I will forget the kiss and feel if you will too
[01:30.11]It's a drag that you're getting old
[01:32.82]I love to think about the year
[01:36.94]When we sobbed and then we cheered
[01:40.92]The town deserted like a film
[01:44.93]Your torso crushing me
[01:48.53]Into the country and the tunnels and the fields
[02:37.37]I read a book a day, like an apple
[02:41.10]But I did not eat
[02:44.43]And so the doctor came to me
[02:48.43]She said a woman does not live
[02:52.57]By the printed word
[02:54.94]Forgive yourself and eat
[03:01.95]Autumn sped along outside
[03:04.91]Trick photography on speed
[03:09.05]I was locked inside a room
[03:13.11]They made a deal, they would control
[03:17.07]The simple things like bodies
[03:20.04]But I kept my soul
[03:26.33]When I need someone I chose you
[03:29.06]Because the fledgling soul awakes
[03:33.14]And on the balcony she quakes
[03:37.21]And she is waiting for the sign
[03:41.05]And when the brother does not come
[03:44.91]And when the sister's much too young, she chooses you

作词 : Stuart Murdoch
作曲 : Stuart Murdoch
I fried my head, I'm not a brunette
I'm a down and dusky blonde
I am living in a tree
When I lie in bed I see
Beyond my brother's head the moon, I hear the rain
I am conscious of my voice as a tool
It's more demure
Than your friend the singing queen
With her matinee good looks
She talks like talking from a book
I speak the language of my village, of my street
But I need a friend and I choose you
I tell you the way I feel
The truth is crushing like a heel
I will forget the kiss and feel if you will too
It's a drag that you're getting old
I love to think about the year
When we sobbed and then we cheered
The town deserted like a film
Your torso crushing me
Into the country and the tunnels and the fields
I read a book a day, like an apple
But I did not eat
And so the doctor came to me
She said a woman does not live
By the printed word
Forgive yourself and eat
Autumn sped along outside
Trick photography on speed
I was locked inside a room
They made a deal, they would control
The simple things like bodies
But I kept my soul
When I need someone I chose you
Because the fledgling soul awakes
And on the balcony she quakes
And she is waiting for the sign
And when the brother does not come
And when the sister's much too young, she chooses you