作词 : Yuri Méndez 作曲 : Yuri Méndez The moon’s already high when she comes back home from work, she says she’s tired of trying, she often thinks of giving up. The dishes on the sink look like a scene from a cheap noir, she used to speak her mind with me, now she’s got herself a cat. Thirty-one’s too early for anyone to feel like that, she looks back at the good times like they will never return. Staring out the window like she once stared into the road, wishing it could get her out to where the brighter summers go. It’s a shame but she takes it in with the same damp air this city breathes. To buy some time, smoke some ****, go to bed and pray for sleep. The mirror says goodbye as she leaves late for her train, the wrinkles ‘round her eyes tell of nightmares and dead ends. Monday morning crowds resenting Friday evening drinks, no one looks her in the eye, they’re all walking in their sleep. Thirty-one and somehow it feels like everything is done, she looks back at the good times like they will never return. Staring at the TV like she once stared into the road, wishing it could get her out to where the brighter summers go. It’s a shame but she takes it in with the same damp air this city breathes. To buy some time, smoke some ****, go to bed and pray for sleep. It’s a shame but she takes it in with the same damp air this city breathes. To buy some time, smoke some ****, go to bed and pray for sleep.
[00:00.000] 作词 : Yuri Méndez [00:01.000] 作曲 : Yuri Méndez [00:23.18]The moon’s already high when she comes back home from work, [00:28.49]she says she’s tired of trying, she often thinks of giving up. [00:34.40]The dishes on the sink look like a scene from a cheap noir, [00:39.83]she used to speak her mind with me, now she’s got herself a cat. [00:46.57]Thirty-one’s too early for anyone to feel like that, [00:51.67]she looks back at the good times like they will never return. [00:57.74]Staring out the window like she once stared into the road, [01:03.40]wishing it could get her out to where the brighter summers go. [01:11.19]It’s a shame but she takes it in with the same damp air this city breathes. [01:22.38]To buy some time, smoke some ****, go to bed and pray for sleep. [01:46.16]The mirror says goodbye as she leaves late for her train, [01:51.50]the wrinkles ‘round her eyes tell of nightmares and dead ends. [01:57.36]Monday morning crowds resenting Friday evening drinks, [02:02.98]no one looks her in the eye, they’re all walking in their sleep. [02:09.29]Thirty-one and somehow it feels like everything is done, [02:15.00]she looks back at the good times like they will never return. [02:20.76]Staring at the TV like she once stared into the road, [02:26.33]wishing it could get her out to where the brighter summers go. [02:31.69]It’s a shame but she takes it in with the same damp air this city breathes. [02:42.24]To buy some time, smoke some ****, go to bed and pray for sleep. [02:54.11]It’s a shame but she takes it in with the same damp air this city breathes. [03:05.29]To buy some time, smoke some ****, go to bed and pray for sleep.
