[00:00.000] 作词 : Guy Garvey
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Guy Garvey/Craig Potter/Mark Potter/Richard Jupp/Pete Turner
[00:08.97]It's a lethal ballet
[00:11.65]Air traffic congestion
[00:15.05]I'm having a baby
[00:17.99]Second thoughts scotch dinner
[00:21.38]And someone's dancing on the box
[00:24.72]A former MP
[00:26.39]And no one was watching
[00:28.25]My oldest friends are a serious habit
[00:31.62]Fly boy blue so bring your faces home
[00:37.90]To my sweet trampoline
[00:40.39]And acres of crash site love
[00:56.08]Someone's dancing on the box
[00:59.38]A former MP
[01:01.01]And no one was watching
[01:02.81]My oldest friends are a serious habit
[01:06.15]Fly boy blue so bring your faces home
[01:12.49]To my sweet trampoline
[01:14.99]And acres of crash site love
[01:59.35]Presidential delays
[02:02.05]Suppose I'm just lucky
[02:05.51]I'm having a shindig
[02:08.18]Me Red Bob and the ivory host
[02:11.61]And someone's shouting on the box
[02:15.14]A chinless prefect gone Godzilla
[02:18.66]My newest friends have forgotten my name
[02:22.05]But so have I so far so good and home
[02:28.61]You and me trampoline and oceans of crash site love
[04:07.08]What can be said of the cigarette smokes
[04:11.98]A prop for a joke or a mark on the clock
[04:16.25]If I stopped would the bus ever come
[04:20.52]Would the dawn ever kiss me forgiven me knowing what's done
[04:26.64]Would the drivel make scribble make sense and then song
[04:31.65]Would the woodbines denied black another man's lungs
[04:36.84]Perverse as it may sound I sometimes believe
[04:41.72]The tip to my lips just reminds me to breathe
[04:47.23]What can be said of the whiskey and wine
[04:52.04]Random abandon or ballast for joy
[04:56.67]That was scuppered with trust little more than a boy
[05:01.74]And besides I'm in excellent company
[05:06.91]I'm reaching the age when decisions are made
[05:11.58]On life and liver and I'm sure last ditch
[05:16.59]That'll I'll ask for more time
[05:19.85]But mother forgive me
[05:22.13]I still want a bottle of good Irish whiskey
[05:26.90]And a bundle of smokes in my grave
[05:37.23]But there isn't words yet for the comfort I get
[05:41.93]From the gentle lunette at the top of the nape of the neck
[05:47.79]That I wake to
[05:52.57]And where are the words for the leap in my chest
[05:57.56]When mischief appears either side of the scar on your nose
[06:03.89]Made by a rose thorn so you claim
[06:09.53]By a rose thorn