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作词 : Libby Rodenbough

作曲 : Libby Rodenbough

Cool in a leather jacket that his

Mother bought him from the Goodwill primo rack 'cause it reminds her of a

Time, how it goes when you need it

How it stays around when you are trying to be something different than you were

Am I lying to the crowd

If I say it's just something that she found?

Every drop comes back around

And it's heavy in the curtains

It's making puddles on the ground

Blue and the white tails streaming

From the Thunderbirds performing feats of military might for children

Crying is a poor solution

For the quickly burning body where we find ourselves applauding wasted fuel

Am I making too much?

We all know we're headed for a bust

Every drop is made of dust

And it calls you to the window

Where the Romans say, "Hey, remember us?"

Now he waits at the corner

I am standing there beside him admiring his prematurely jaded

Style makes a mess of getting

Out from under these impressions of our mothers that keep coming back around

Am I reading empty signs?

Is it just the paranoia of the times?

Every drop comes down the line

And it's running through our bodies

We're heavy on the vine