, stand guard in the morning sun. Then the lights go down and all the people gather round and you feel like you are a skeleton jar oh yeah. Oh Yeah.
译文: 青年组. 骨架罐.
: Lillian lies to avoid awkward questions Looks to the sky for intervention But she can't avoid judgemental compassion In the void She puts on her face
sentinels, stand guard in the morning sun. Then the lights go down and all the people gather round and you feel like you are a skeleton jar oh yeah.
: Liz hates her body, her baby body She thinks that everybody's looking at the way her figure's changed But she's on this bus, it always moves so slow
: We were drinking, yeah we started drinking, round two And the air was so heavy, yeah the air was heavy, with hopes it couldn't fulfil This is as good
: Pull down the blinds and stare at my blank screen Some voice is asking how my weekend's been! planes go across the sky of Petersham One day I will
: Deep inside their armoured vaults they keep your pathologic faults It's hard to know your body when you don't know where it starts and the drugs end
: You lit the spark, the day dawn dark and your restless body swings in the breeze, I was laid back, laid flat, laid off and I didn't even want the job
: The day is grey, don't love you anymore The sun smiles on the red tiles, I don't love you anymore The Frankston Line's full of teenage crime And the
: All I am is a piece of wood Cut from something living Touch me I don't feel to good I'm cold but I'm not shivering You say I do not know, to say
: Released under watchful skies into a town I didn't recognise I was a tourist with no story, lost in this purgatory Escaped the smell of chalk and shame
: Stepping outside, a tap in my heart Why hasn't the sky fallen apart? Because inside this tower of sandston and steel Someone just got served their
Lillian lies to avoid awkward questions Looks to the sky for intervention But she can't avoid judgemental compassion In the void She puts on her face
We were drinking, yeah we started drinking, round two And the air was so heavy, yeah the air was heavy, with hopes it couldn't fulfil This is as good
Released under watchful skies into a town I didn't recognise I was a tourist with no story, lost in this purgatory Escaped the smell of chalk and shame
