آهنگ: Bright Eyes. Lover I Don't Have To Love.
I picked you out of a crowd and talked to you
I said I liked your shoes
You said, "Thanks, can I follow you?"
So it's up the stairs and out of view
No prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name, you asked the time
Now it's two o'clock
The club is closed
We're up the block
Your hands on me; Pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth, trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know who else may have been you before
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here but I'm not sure
I've got the money if you've got the time
You said it feels good
I said, "I'll give a try."
Then my mind went dark
We both forgot where your car was parked
Let's just take the train
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors with bad habits
Some sad singers they just play tragic
And the phone's ringing and the van's leaving
Let's just keep touching; let's just keep... keep singing...
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorise
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you, but you...
You write such pretty words
But life's no storybook
Love's an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do
Then hurt me... [x10]
I said I liked your shoes
You said, "Thanks, can I follow you?"
So it's up the stairs and out of view
No prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name, you asked the time
Now it's two o'clock
The club is closed
We're up the block
Your hands on me; Pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth, trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know who else may have been you before
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here but I'm not sure
I've got the money if you've got the time
You said it feels good
I said, "I'll give a try."
Then my mind went dark
We both forgot where your car was parked
Let's just take the train
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors with bad habits
Some sad singers they just play tragic
And the phone's ringing and the van's leaving
Let's just keep touching; let's just keep... keep singing...
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorise
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you, but you...
You write such pretty words
But life's no storybook
Love's an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do
Then hurt me... [x10]
Я выбрал тебя из толпы и заговорил с тобой.
Я сказал, что мне нравятся твои туфли..
Ты сказал: «спасибо, я могу следовать за вами?»
Так, вверх по лестнице..
Вне поля зрения посторонних глаз..
Я налил вино..
Я произнес твое имя, ты спросила время..
Сейчас два часа..
Клуб закрыт.
Мы убрали блоки..
Твои руки на мне. Сильное давление в джинсах.
Твой язык у меня во рту. Пробует удержать слова.
Ты и не хочешь знать, кто был у меня до тебя.
Я хочу любовника, я не хочу любви
Я хочу девушку, которая даст мне секса
Где ребенок с химикатами?
Он назначил встречу здесь, но я не уверен.
Я имею деньги, если у тебя есть время
Сказал, что хорошо себя чувствуешь
А я, что дам тебе..
Потемнело в глазах
Оба забыли, где припарковано авто.
Давай просто сядем на поезд
Я встречусь с компанией утром
Плохие актеры с вредными привычками
Некоторые печальные певцы, им только играть трагедию
И телефон звонит.. фургон отъезжает..
Давайте брать трогательно.. давайте просто брать.. брать пением.
Я хочу любовника, я не хочу любить.
Я хочу мальчика, который настолько пьян, что ничего не будет говорить.
Где ребенок с химикатами?
Я проголодался и, кажется, не могу насытиться
Я нуждаюсь хоть в значении, что я могу запомнить.
Доброта, которой я всегда был, ошибка моего разума
Ты пишешь такие красивые слова..
Но жизнь не книга.
Любовь-повод поранится.
И больно..
Ты любишь боль?
Да, да..
Тогда мне больно.Bright EyesBright Eyesپردرخواست ترین