| Song | Unwanted Friend |
| Artist | Mark Morriss |
| Album | Memory Muscle |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Morriss | |
| I waited to see you, | |
| Stood out in a downpour, | |
| So who put me down for, | |
| This awkward procedure? | |
| A sense of occasion, | |
| Propels my frustration, | |
| Alone in a crowd with, | |
| My one fascination. | |
| In these circumstances, | |
| The lure of romance is, | |
| A small recompense for, | |
| Your broken defences, | |
| It's not in the details, | |
| It's here in my entrails, | |
| It's under my toenails, | |
| It's each time I exhale. | |
| 'Cause my sun and moon, orbit round you, | |
| I can't control it, but it's true, | |
| The signal was clear, it's what brought us here, | |
| I thought you were trusted to me and dear, | |
| Your unwanted friend, | |
| Your unwanted friend, | |
| Your unwanted friend. | |
| 'Cause my sun and moon, orbit round you, | |
| I can't control it, but it's true, | |
| The signal was clear, it's what brought us here, | |
| I thought you were trusted to me and dear, | |
| Your unwanted friend, | |
| Your unwanted friend, | |
| Your unwanted friend. | |
| Am I optimistic, | |
| Or am I deluded? | |
| Misled and diluted, | |
| But hanging on to it, | |
| I guess we'll find out, | |
| Just what I'm all about, | |
| When the handkerchief drops, | |
| And the talking has stopped. |
| zuo qu : Morriss | |
| I waited to see you, | |
| Stood out in a downpour, | |
| So who put me down for, | |
| This awkward procedure? | |
| A sense of occasion, | |
| Propels my frustration, | |
| Alone in a crowd with, | |
| My one fascination. | |
| In these circumstances, | |
| The lure of romance is, | |
| A small recompense for, | |
| Your broken defences, | |
| It' s not in the details, | |
| It' s here in my entrails, | |
| It' s under my toenails, | |
| It' s each time I exhale. | |
| ' Cause my sun and moon, orbit round you, | |
| I can' t control it, but it' s true, | |
| The signal was clear, it' s what brought us here, | |
| I thought you were trusted to me and dear, | |
| Your unwanted friend, | |
| Your unwanted friend, | |
| Your unwanted friend. | |
| ' Cause my sun and moon, orbit round you, | |
| I can' t control it, but it' s true, | |
| The signal was clear, it' s what brought us here, | |
| I thought you were trusted to me and dear, | |
| Your unwanted friend, | |
| Your unwanted friend, | |
| Your unwanted friend. | |
| Am I optimistic, | |
| Or am I deluded? | |
| Misled and diluted, | |
| But hanging on to it, | |
| I guess we' ll find out, | |
| Just what I' m all about, | |
| When the handkerchief drops, | |
| And the talking has stopped. |
| zuò qǔ : Morriss | |
| I waited to see you, | |
| Stood out in a downpour, | |
| So who put me down for, | |
| This awkward procedure? | |
| A sense of occasion, | |
| Propels my frustration, | |
| Alone in a crowd with, | |
| My one fascination. | |
| In these circumstances, | |
| The lure of romance is, | |
| A small recompense for, | |
| Your broken defences, | |
| It' s not in the details, | |
| It' s here in my entrails, | |
| It' s under my toenails, | |
| It' s each time I exhale. | |
| ' Cause my sun and moon, orbit round you, | |
| I can' t control it, but it' s true, | |
| The signal was clear, it' s what brought us here, | |
| I thought you were trusted to me and dear, | |
| Your unwanted friend, | |
| Your unwanted friend, | |
| Your unwanted friend. | |
| ' Cause my sun and moon, orbit round you, | |
| I can' t control it, but it' s true, | |
| The signal was clear, it' s what brought us here, | |
| I thought you were trusted to me and dear, | |
| Your unwanted friend, | |
| Your unwanted friend, | |
| Your unwanted friend. | |
| Am I optimistic, | |
| Or am I deluded? | |
| Misled and diluted, | |
| But hanging on to it, | |
| I guess we' ll find out, | |
| Just what I' m all about, | |
| When the handkerchief drops, | |
| And the talking has stopped. |