| Song | Squeaky Fingers |
| Artist | Ted Leo and the Pharmacists |
| Album | The Tyranny of Distance |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Leo | |
| Like it's a dream and there's a moon, and a tune | |
| A shower in a motel room | |
| And through the steam and in my ear, I can hear | |
| Squeaky fingers on the mirror | |
| Beyond the door, out in the lot, the night is hot | |
| The kids are giving what they got | |
| And is it me, or is it fey when I say | |
| It reminds me of another day? | |
| Out in the road, across the town, out and down | |
| Where they disappear without a sound | |
| Into the hole from whence they came, without a name | |
| Giving and getting joy and pain | |
| And into pants, then into boots and business suits | |
| To fill them out while they commute | |
| or to remain in tricked-out cars and country bars | |
| County fairs and church bazaars, stay hard! | |
| Like it's a dream in motion slow and they all know | |
| I hear them come and watch them go | |
| And as the steam begins to clear, I face the mirror | |
| The evidence has disappeared | |
| Into the hole from whence it came, still unnamed | |
| Like tomorrow's town is just the same | |
| Into the hole from whence I came, still unnamed | |
| Like tomorrow's town is just the same, unnamed |
| zuo qu : Leo | |
| Like it' s a dream and there' s a moon, and a tune | |
| A shower in a motel room | |
| And through the steam and in my ear, I can hear | |
| Squeaky fingers on the mirror | |
| Beyond the door, out in the lot, the night is hot | |
| The kids are giving what they got | |
| And is it me, or is it fey when I say | |
| It reminds me of another day? | |
| Out in the road, across the town, out and down | |
| Where they disappear without a sound | |
| Into the hole from whence they came, without a name | |
| Giving and getting joy and pain | |
| And into pants, then into boots and business suits | |
| To fill them out while they commute | |
| or to remain in trickedout cars and country bars | |
| County fairs and church bazaars, stay hard! | |
| Like it' s a dream in motion slow and they all know | |
| I hear them come and watch them go | |
| And as the steam begins to clear, I face the mirror | |
| The evidence has disappeared | |
| Into the hole from whence it came, still unnamed | |
| Like tomorrow' s town is just the same | |
| Into the hole from whence I came, still unnamed | |
| Like tomorrow' s town is just the same, unnamed |
| zuò qǔ : Leo | |
| Like it' s a dream and there' s a moon, and a tune | |
| A shower in a motel room | |
| And through the steam and in my ear, I can hear | |
| Squeaky fingers on the mirror | |
| Beyond the door, out in the lot, the night is hot | |
| The kids are giving what they got | |
| And is it me, or is it fey when I say | |
| It reminds me of another day? | |
| Out in the road, across the town, out and down | |
| Where they disappear without a sound | |
| Into the hole from whence they came, without a name | |
| Giving and getting joy and pain | |
| And into pants, then into boots and business suits | |
| To fill them out while they commute | |
| or to remain in trickedout cars and country bars | |
| County fairs and church bazaars, stay hard! | |
| Like it' s a dream in motion slow and they all know | |
| I hear them come and watch them go | |
| And as the steam begins to clear, I face the mirror | |
| The evidence has disappeared | |
| Into the hole from whence it came, still unnamed | |
| Like tomorrow' s town is just the same | |
| Into the hole from whence I came, still unnamed | |
| Like tomorrow' s town is just the same, unnamed |