[00:00.000] 作词 : Robert Taylor
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Robert Taylor
[00:19.790]Every suntan tells stories
[00:22.443]and the shape of the white snitches, fat men in tropical climes
[00:29.855]Now you tell me you've been fu*king somebody new
[00:34.829]And that I should've known for a while
[00:43.635]Watching the starlings as autumn draws in
[00:48.146]As they make ghosts across London fields
[00:53.198]And I would've moved out there to be with you
[00:58.509]I would've moved out there for real
[01:06.196]Saw a choir of golden angels wearing matching rucksacks
[01:11.779]As they obscured the view to your train
[01:16.585]And I'm sorry if it seems like I'm rambling here
[01:25.107]Just want to see the way the skin splits round his bones
[01:29.893]And the gurgling head in your lap
[01:34.951]And the arms of the crowd as they pull me away
[01:39.982]And the mud and the blood in the grass
[01:45.295]When we scraped our bones together
[01:49.807]We got fire (fire, fire, fire)
[01:55.647]When we scraped our bones together
[01:59.915]We got fire (fire, fire, fire)
[02:06.046]When we scraped our bones together
[02:10.245]We got fire (fire, fire, fire)
[02:16.090]When we scraped our bones together
[02:20.340]We got fire (fire, fire, fire)