[00:00.00] 作曲 : Motion City Soundtrack
[00:18.39]Last night I fell in love without you.
[00:23.13]I waved goodbye to that heart of mine
[00:25.35]Beating solo on your lawn
[00:29.37]Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise
[00:33.27]In memory of what we used to call in love
[00:41.10]And only time will tell if violins will swell
[00:42.06]In memory of what we used to call in love
[00:46.50]Used to call it love
[00:57.48]Last night I fell in love without you
[01:02.70]The coup de grace that set me off
[01:04.65]Would've made for decent fiction
[01:06.81]Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise
[01:11.46]In memory of what we used to call in love
[01:20.31]And only time will tell if violins will swell
[01:21.27]In memory of what we used to call in love
[01:25.68]Used to call it...
[01:26.73]Last night I fell in love without you
[01:56.82]The stars at night aren't as big and bright
[01:58.38]As you make them out to be
[01:59.73]Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise
[02:05.31]In memory of what we used to call in love
[02:14.07]And only time will tell if violins will swell
[02:15.09]In memory of what we used to call in love
[02:19.95]In memory of when we used to call it love

作曲 : Motion City Soundtrack
Last night I fell in love without you.
I waved goodbye to that heart of mine
Beating solo on your lawn
Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise
In memory of what we used to call in love
And only time will tell if violins will swell
In memory of what we used to call in love
Used to call it love
Last night I fell in love without you
The coup de grace that set me off
Would've made for decent fiction
Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise
In memory of what we used to call in love
And only time will tell if violins will swell
In memory of what we used to call in love
Used to call it...
Last night I fell in love without you
The stars at night aren't as big and bright
As you make them out to be
Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise
In memory of what we used to call in love
And only time will tell if violins will swell
In memory of what we used to call in love
In memory of when we used to call it love