Ezra Furman 앨범 : Goodbye Small Head
작사 : Ezra Furman
작곡 : Ezra Furman
I do what I’m made to. I’m just human. We’re just trapped.
Trapped in love that’s gone bad. You’ve gone missing, I’ve gone mad.
Screenplay’s pre-written, so we act.
Everything I say to you just doesn’t connect.
I just want your love; no, I don’t need your respect.
You’re stitching up the tatters with a needle – baby, I’m wrecked
So hang me in the closet and just leave me alone
Take your reservations and carve them in stone
You’ve been the ruin of many poor girls. I know I’m one.
You hurt me I hate you. I get caught, you skate through.
You’re diffuse, I’m just too dense.
But how many times can we make the same excuses, the same mistake,
Love like the moon landing: probably fake.
I tell you I miss you and you look down and cough
What’s this music playing can we please turn it off.
We’re locked in repetition. Once more should be enough.
I do what I’m made to. I’m just human. We’re just trapped.
Trapped in love that’s gone bad. You’ve gone missing, I’ve gone mad.
Screenplay’s pre-written, so we act.
Everything I say to you just doesn’t connect.
I just want your love; no, I don’t need your respect.
You’re stitching up the tatters with a needle – baby, I’m wrecked
So hang me in the closet and just leave me alone
Take your reservations and carve them in stone
You’ve been the ruin of many poor girls. I know I’m one.
You hurt me I hate you. I get caught, you skate through.
You’re diffuse, I’m just too dense.
But how many times can we make the same excuses, the same mistake,
Love like the moon landing: probably fake.
I tell you I miss you and you look down and cough
What’s this music playing can we please turn it off.
We’re locked in repetition. Once more should be enough.
I do what I’m made to. I’m just human. We’re just trapped.
Trapped in love that’s gone bad. You’ve gone missing, I’ve gone mad.
Screenplay’s pre-written, so we act.
Everything I say to you just doesn’t connect.
I just want your love; no, I don’t need your respect.
You’re stitching up the tatters with a needle – baby, I’m wrecked
So hang me in the closet and just leave me alone
Take your reservations and carve them in stone
You’ve been the ruin of many poor girls. I know I’m one.
You hurt me I hate you. I get caught, you skate through.
You’re diffuse, I’m just too dense.
But how many times can we make the same excuses, the same mistake,
Love like the moon landing: probably fake.
I tell you I miss you and you look down and cough
What’s this music playing can we please turn it off.
We’re locked in repetition. Once more should be enough.