| Song | You and I Misbehaving |
| Artist | Tilly and the Wall |
| Album | Wild Like Children |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tilly And The Wall | |
| Oh, Darci, | |
| Darci, don't look so sad | |
| Don't let the daytime get you down | |
| Because we will be wild like children | |
| Once the black has veiled this sky | |
| No pushing buttons, no telling lies | |
| No pointed fingers trying to keep you quiet | |
| Just you and | |
| I misbehaving | |
| Oh, trying our best to feel alive | |
| We won't ever let them win | |
| When we are younger, oh, our hearts are so much bolder | |
| The pressure is not as great | |
| We floated weightless through the tops of trees | |
| But as we get older oh our vision becomes blurred | |
| And then the fog it slips right in | |
| Now you're wondering how, oh, yeah | |
| You're wondering how you ended up here, how you end up here | |
| The hateful, hateful tough little boys | |
| That move their lips whenever you're around | |
| So smart just shouting answers(Shouting answers) | |
| I guess their fathers taught them well | |
| So sit real still they've got to size you up | |
| Don't move your mouth | |
| They don't like when you talk | |
| They're trying their best to define you(To define you) | |
| They're trying their best to keep you down | |
| We won't ever let them win | |
| Because this world you know it can get so crazy | |
| All these people talk a lot | |
| They know this, they know it all | |
| What a drag but you know there will always be some oddball singing | |
| Just remember to sing along, yeah, you better start singing a long | |
| This place could be so beautiful | |
| You just can't let them pull that cloth over your eyes | |
| Just keep on screaming | |
| Bop bop ba, bop bop ba | |
| Bop bop ba, bop bop ba | |
| Bop bop ba, bop bop ba... |
| zuo ci : Tilly And The Wall | |
| Oh, Darci, | |
| Darci, don' t look so sad | |
| Don' t let the daytime get you down | |
| Because we will be wild like children | |
| Once the black has veiled this sky | |
| No pushing buttons, no telling lies | |
| No pointed fingers trying to keep you quiet | |
| Just you and | |
| I misbehaving | |
| Oh, trying our best to feel alive | |
| We won' t ever let them win | |
| When we are younger, oh, our hearts are so much bolder | |
| The pressure is not as great | |
| We floated weightless through the tops of trees | |
| But as we get older oh our vision becomes blurred | |
| And then the fog it slips right in | |
| Now you' re wondering how, oh, yeah | |
| You' re wondering how you ended up here, how you end up here | |
| The hateful, hateful tough little boys | |
| That move their lips whenever you' re around | |
| So smart just shouting answers Shouting answers | |
| I guess their fathers taught them well | |
| So sit real still they' ve got to size you up | |
| Don' t move your mouth | |
| They don' t like when you talk | |
| They' re trying their best to define you To define you | |
| They' re trying their best to keep you down | |
| We won' t ever let them win | |
| Because this world you know it can get so crazy | |
| All these people talk a lot | |
| They know this, they know it all | |
| What a drag but you know there will always be some oddball singing | |
| Just remember to sing along, yeah, you better start singing a long | |
| This place could be so beautiful | |
| You just can' t let them pull that cloth over your eyes | |
| Just keep on screaming | |
| Bop bop ba, bop bop ba | |
| Bop bop ba, bop bop ba | |
| Bop bop ba, bop bop ba... |
| zuò cí : Tilly And The Wall | |
| Oh, Darci, | |
| Darci, don' t look so sad | |
| Don' t let the daytime get you down | |
| Because we will be wild like children | |
| Once the black has veiled this sky | |
| No pushing buttons, no telling lies | |
| No pointed fingers trying to keep you quiet | |
| Just you and | |
| I misbehaving | |
| Oh, trying our best to feel alive | |
| We won' t ever let them win | |
| When we are younger, oh, our hearts are so much bolder | |
| The pressure is not as great | |
| We floated weightless through the tops of trees | |
| But as we get older oh our vision becomes blurred | |
| And then the fog it slips right in | |
| Now you' re wondering how, oh, yeah | |
| You' re wondering how you ended up here, how you end up here | |
| The hateful, hateful tough little boys | |
| That move their lips whenever you' re around | |
| So smart just shouting answers Shouting answers | |
| I guess their fathers taught them well | |
| So sit real still they' ve got to size you up | |
| Don' t move your mouth | |
| They don' t like when you talk | |
| They' re trying their best to define you To define you | |
| They' re trying their best to keep you down | |
| We won' t ever let them win | |
| Because this world you know it can get so crazy | |
| All these people talk a lot | |
| They know this, they know it all | |
| What a drag but you know there will always be some oddball singing | |
| Just remember to sing along, yeah, you better start singing a long | |
| This place could be so beautiful | |
| You just can' t let them pull that cloth over your eyes | |
| Just keep on screaming | |
| Bop bop ba, bop bop ba | |
| Bop bop ba, bop bop ba | |
| Bop bop ba, bop bop ba... |