作词 : Matthew Wang
作曲 : Matthew Wang
When it's nearly 6 am
I wanna move out of this city
I can't hear myself think anymore
But you've got 9 ams now don't you
And I've got a shift in the morning
Wrapping cables downtown
Downtown
How come we feel so lonely
Thought that I came out to escape the simple lifestyle
But I guess it's got a leash on me real tight
And it feels real tight
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I thought I could glide through
These freeways
Like you see on tv
Like I knew back at home
Thought I'd roam free
But I'm surrounded by
All of these mountains
And I can't breathe
When I'm singing
(Singing)
Anymore
I'm not as social as you thought I was
I know nothing about these one time kind of things
It was a one night type of stand
I'll admit it, I thought I had it for a minute
In the pit of the Troubadour
And as you nestled in my rib cage
You took up all the space between the bones
On the ride home
And you can tell that I hate being alone
And I can smell all the hours you worked
At the department store
But, you lied to my face in the morning
Said you was a fashion designer on the weekends
But you just a practiced, liar like all them else
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I thought I could glide through
These freeways
Like you see on tv
Like I knew back at home
Thought I'd roam free
But I'm surrounded by
All of these mountains
And I can't breath
作词 : Matthew Wang
作曲 : Matthew Wang
When it's nearly 6 am
I wanna move out of this city
I can't hear myself think anymore
But you've got 9 ams now don't you
And I've got a shift in the morning
Wrapping cables downtown
Downtown
How come we feel so lonely
Thought that I came out to escape the simple lifestyle
But I guess it's got a leash on me real tight
And it feels real tight
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I thought I could glide through
These freeways
Like you see on tv
Like I knew back at home
Thought I'd roam free
But I'm surrounded by
All of these mountains
And I can't breathe
When I'm singing
(Singing)
Anymore
I'm not as social as you thought I was
I know nothing about these one time kind of things
It was a one night type of stand
I'll admit it, I thought I had it for a minute
In the pit of the Troubadour
And as you nestled in my rib cage
You took up all the space between the bones
On the ride home
And you can tell that I hate being alone
And I can smell all the hours you worked
At the department store
But, you lied to my face in the morning
Said you was a fashion designer on the weekends
But you just a practiced, liar like all them else
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I thought I could glide through
These freeways
Like you see on tv
Like I knew back at home
Thought I'd roam free
But I'm surrounded by
All of these mountains
And I can't breath