| Song | When the Party Ends |
| Artist | Saturday Looks Good to Me |
| Album | Every Night |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thomas | |
| Despite everything you've heard | |
| You still get what you deserve | |
| The world just can't find the words | |
| To tell you what they think about you | |
| The bus comes every morning | |
| Under long lists of reasons | |
| Everyday you're still sleeping | |
| And everyday it leaves without you | |
| Now you're talking on the phone with all your angry friends | |
| It really doesn't matter what you say to them | |
| Because when you hang up | |
| Everything will feel just like a dream | |
| But until you do | |
| Let's keep it between you and me | |
| Despite everything you heard | |
| From the bumblebees and the mockingbirds | |
| There still aren't any words | |
| To all the songs they wrote about you | |
| The bus comes early in the morning | |
| You are forever sleeping | |
| And even with your reasons | |
| It's still gonna leave without you | |
| Now I see you going out with all your useless friends | |
| You know it doesn't matter what you do with them | |
| Because when you come home | |
| Everything will just have been a dream | |
| But until you do | |
| Let's keep it between you and me | |
| I hear your conversations with your boring friends | |
| It really doesn't matter what you're telling them | |
| 'Cause you'll be sleeping over when the party ends | |
| And we'll wake up tomorrow and we'll start again | |
| And anything outside of that is just pretend | |
| And if you tell them different then you're lyin' | |
| The things that people say don't make no difference | |
| Now we can talk it over or just go to bed | |
| Or we can go to all the places where the money's spent | |
| And buy whatever new distraction that the suits invent | |
| They know the demographic that we represent | |
| Because they heard all of our secrets through the heating vent | |
| So write another song about your discontent | |
| And wax nostalgic for a time less turbulent | |
| With metaphors like closet doors that won't open | |
| And you can use your list of words that rhyme with 'opulent' | |
| Now someone said that you should throw in 'malcontent' | |
| Maybe somebody can tell us where the liquor went | |
| And we can raise our glasses while they raise our rent | |
| And search for a solution that's more permanent | |
| But there isn't any doctor or a medicine | |
| That's gonna make you feel less insignifigent | |
| Another bunch of words that you can soon forget | |
| Another bunch of crooks disguised as gentlemen | |
| Now you wonder why the notes are always bruised and bent | |
| You think that it's your song but it's your instrument | |
| You want to turn invisible and try again | |
| I'll kiss you in the kitchen and I'll count to ten | |
| And then when you wake up | |
| All of this will just have been a dream | |
| But until you do | |
| Let's keep it between you and me |
| zuo ci : Thomas | |
| Despite everything you' ve heard | |
| You still get what you deserve | |
| The world just can' t find the words | |
| To tell you what they think about you | |
| The bus comes every morning | |
| Under long lists of reasons | |
| Everyday you' re still sleeping | |
| And everyday it leaves without you | |
| Now you' re talking on the phone with all your angry friends | |
| It really doesn' t matter what you say to them | |
| Because when you hang up | |
| Everything will feel just like a dream | |
| But until you do | |
| Let' s keep it between you and me | |
| Despite everything you heard | |
| From the bumblebees and the mockingbirds | |
| There still aren' t any words | |
| To all the songs they wrote about you | |
| The bus comes early in the morning | |
| You are forever sleeping | |
| And even with your reasons | |
| It' s still gonna leave without you | |
| Now I see you going out with all your useless friends | |
| You know it doesn' t matter what you do with them | |
| Because when you come home | |
| Everything will just have been a dream | |
| But until you do | |
| Let' s keep it between you and me | |
| I hear your conversations with your boring friends | |
| It really doesn' t matter what you' re telling them | |
| ' Cause you' ll be sleeping over when the party ends | |
| And we' ll wake up tomorrow and we' ll start again | |
| And anything outside of that is just pretend | |
| And if you tell them different then you' re lyin' | |
| The things that people say don' t make no difference | |
| Now we can talk it over or just go to bed | |
| Or we can go to all the places where the money' s spent | |
| And buy whatever new distraction that the suits invent | |
| They know the demographic that we represent | |
| Because they heard all of our secrets through the heating vent | |
| So write another song about your discontent | |
| And wax nostalgic for a time less turbulent | |
| With metaphors like closet doors that won' t open | |
| And you can use your list of words that rhyme with ' opulent' | |
| Now someone said that you should throw in ' malcontent' | |
| Maybe somebody can tell us where the liquor went | |
| And we can raise our glasses while they raise our rent | |
| And search for a solution that' s more permanent | |
| But there isn' t any doctor or a medicine | |
| That' s gonna make you feel less insignifigent | |
| Another bunch of words that you can soon forget | |
| Another bunch of crooks disguised as gentlemen | |
| Now you wonder why the notes are always bruised and bent | |
| You think that it' s your song but it' s your instrument | |
| You want to turn invisible and try again | |
| I' ll kiss you in the kitchen and I' ll count to ten | |
| And then when you wake up | |
| All of this will just have been a dream | |
| But until you do | |
| Let' s keep it between you and me |
| zuò cí : Thomas | |
| Despite everything you' ve heard | |
| You still get what you deserve | |
| The world just can' t find the words | |
| To tell you what they think about you | |
| The bus comes every morning | |
| Under long lists of reasons | |
| Everyday you' re still sleeping | |
| And everyday it leaves without you | |
| Now you' re talking on the phone with all your angry friends | |
| It really doesn' t matter what you say to them | |
| Because when you hang up | |
| Everything will feel just like a dream | |
| But until you do | |
| Let' s keep it between you and me | |
| Despite everything you heard | |
| From the bumblebees and the mockingbirds | |
| There still aren' t any words | |
| To all the songs they wrote about you | |
| The bus comes early in the morning | |
| You are forever sleeping | |
| And even with your reasons | |
| It' s still gonna leave without you | |
| Now I see you going out with all your useless friends | |
| You know it doesn' t matter what you do with them | |
| Because when you come home | |
| Everything will just have been a dream | |
| But until you do | |
| Let' s keep it between you and me | |
| I hear your conversations with your boring friends | |
| It really doesn' t matter what you' re telling them | |
| ' Cause you' ll be sleeping over when the party ends | |
| And we' ll wake up tomorrow and we' ll start again | |
| And anything outside of that is just pretend | |
| And if you tell them different then you' re lyin' | |
| The things that people say don' t make no difference | |
| Now we can talk it over or just go to bed | |
| Or we can go to all the places where the money' s spent | |
| And buy whatever new distraction that the suits invent | |
| They know the demographic that we represent | |
| Because they heard all of our secrets through the heating vent | |
| So write another song about your discontent | |
| And wax nostalgic for a time less turbulent | |
| With metaphors like closet doors that won' t open | |
| And you can use your list of words that rhyme with ' opulent' | |
| Now someone said that you should throw in ' malcontent' | |
| Maybe somebody can tell us where the liquor went | |
| And we can raise our glasses while they raise our rent | |
| And search for a solution that' s more permanent | |
| But there isn' t any doctor or a medicine | |
| That' s gonna make you feel less insignifigent | |
| Another bunch of words that you can soon forget | |
| Another bunch of crooks disguised as gentlemen | |
| Now you wonder why the notes are always bruised and bent | |
| You think that it' s your song but it' s your instrument | |
| You want to turn invisible and try again | |
| I' ll kiss you in the kitchen and I' ll count to ten | |
| And then when you wake up | |
| All of this will just have been a dream | |
| But until you do | |
| Let' s keep it between you and me |