| Song | Can't Get My Mind Around You |
| Artist | The Philosopher Kings |
| Album | The Philosopher Kings |
| 作曲 : Levine | |
| I saw a foreign movie | |
| at my girlfriend's place last night | |
| through smooth pictures in a | |
| dream of black and white | |
| saw this girl with the clean soul | |
| of a maharani queen | |
| she reminded me of someone | |
| I know | |
| the lines she was reading | |
| seemed to reach just this man | |
| though her painted lips hung | |
| words I couldn't understand | |
| and a I turned out the station | |
| swear she spoke to me alone | |
| she said 'please, ain't it time you | |
| come home' | |
| for the doorway I started | |
| light headed and heavyhearted | |
| can't move on, can't get through | |
| I just can't get my mind around you | |
| I could feel myself falling, | |
| it's my spirit that's been cut | |
| torn through shattered muscle to | |
| put the ginger in my blood | |
| now my baby calls me, | |
| and my name falls down like rain | |
| 'cause I'm back in your soft | |
| smile again | |
| and on my soul you wage your war | |
| with your nerve gas and your | |
| mortar | |
| and I can't fight, I can't move | |
| I just can't get my mind around you |
| zuò qǔ : Levine | |
| I saw a foreign movie | |
| at my girlfriend' s place last night | |
| through smooth pictures in a | |
| dream of black and white | |
| saw this girl with the clean soul | |
| of a maharani queen | |
| she reminded me of someone | |
| I know | |
| the lines she was reading | |
| seemed to reach just this man | |
| though her painted lips hung | |
| words I couldn' t understand | |
| and a I turned out the station | |
| swear she spoke to me alone | |
| she said ' please, ain' t it time you | |
| come home' | |
| for the doorway I started | |
| light headed and heavyhearted | |
| can' t move on, can' t get through | |
| I just can' t get my mind around you | |
| I could feel myself falling, | |
| it' s my spirit that' s been cut | |
| torn through shattered muscle to | |
| put the ginger in my blood | |
| now my baby calls me, | |
| and my name falls down like rain | |
| ' cause I' m back in your soft | |
| smile again | |
| and on my soul you wage your war | |
| with your nerve gas and your | |
| mortar | |
| and I can' t fight, I can' t move | |
| I just can' t get my mind around you |