作词 : Britt Daniel 作曲 : Britt Daniel I'm on a straight line when a man comes around And he got lines in the suit Coming out to make us moot I'm moving on now if I like it or not He says I've got nowhere to go Tell me something I don't know He's painting it out like I don't want to know The picture has come down I'm taking it off and throwing it out The picture is about what could have been easier The picture is coming around now How come I feel so washed up At such a such a tender age now How come I feel so washed up The picture is coming around now It could have been easier At such a such a tender age I'm listening to the comforting sound Of some kind of work being done outside Of sounds from next door the walls don't hide I'm listening to mountain to sound And the way it's panned is cool But when I get back home to you There's got to be something more than that too The human resource clerk Has two cigarettes and back to work She eats right but hurts And she says it could have been good by now It could have been more than a wage yeah How come she feels so washed up At such a such a tender age now It could have been easier It could have been more than a wage How come she feels so washed up at such a tender age I'm on a straight line and a man comes around And I got nowhere to go Come back and tell something I don't know
作词 : Britt Daniel 作曲 : Britt Daniel I'm on a straight line when a man comes around And he got lines in the suit Coming out to make us moot I'm moving on now if I like it or not He says I've got nowhere to go Tell me something I don't know He's painting it out like I don't want to know The picture has come down I'm taking it off and throwing it out The picture is about what could have been easier The picture is coming around now How come I feel so washed up At such a such a tender age now How come I feel so washed up The picture is coming around now It could have been easier At such a such a tender age I'm listening to the comforting sound Of some kind of work being done outside Of sounds from next door the walls don't hide I'm listening to mountain to sound And the way it's panned is cool But when I get back home to you There's got to be something more than that too The human resource clerk Has two cigarettes and back to work She eats right but hurts And she says it could have been good by now It could have been more than a wage yeah How come she feels so washed up At such a such a tender age now It could have been easier It could have been more than a wage How come she feels so washed up at such a tender age I'm on a straight line and a man comes around And I got nowhere to go Come back and tell something I don't know
