歌手: Fred Thomas
时长: 02:49
Turbulence - Fred Thomas[00:00:00]
You were a journalist[00:00:00]
When we first kissed[00:00:03]
And I held my breath and waited[00:00:06]
For the world to turn inside me[00:00:08]
But you f**ked me up somethin' serious[00:00:12]
And left a mess for[00:00:18]
Whoever next would come along and find me[00:00:19]
Lane Lane [00:00:24]
Hiding in the corners of your heart[00:00:28]
Sleeping in the backseat of your car[00:00:31]
Lane Lane [00:00:36]
Sleeping beneath you on your floor[00:00:41]
Sleeping on your back porch[00:00:43]
Even the birds would sing of the sweltering[00:00:47]
Summer of unprecedented[00:00:54]
Nervous sleep and nightmares[00:00:56]
There was something else[00:01:00]
I had to sing myself[00:01:02]
A song of love was coming up[00:01:06]
But never really gets there[00:01:09]
Loneliest art of loneliness[00:01:12]
Was always lost on you[00:01:18]
The intricate emptiness[00:01:24]
One plus two [00:01:31]
Now all the scientists and mathematicians[00:01:46]
Are sorting through your garbage[00:01:52]
To try to find evidence about you[00:01:55]
But soon enough they too will be left[00:01:58]
Because live or die you realize[00:02:04]
The world still turns without you[00:02:07]
Lane Lane [00:02:10]
Hiding in the corners of your heart[00:02:15]
Sleeping in the backseat of your car[00:02:18]
Lane Lane [00:02:23]
Sleeping beneath you on the floor[00:02:28]
Sleeping on your back porch[00:02:30]