| Song | Lately I've Let Things Slide |
| Artist | Nick Lowe |
| Album | The Convincer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lowe | |
| With a growing sense of dread | |
| And a hammer in my head | |
| Fully clothed upon the bed | |
| I wake up to the world that lately I’ve been living in | |
| There’s a cut upon my brow | |
| Must have banged myself somehow | |
| But I can’t remember now | |
| And the front door’s open wide | |
| Lately I’ve let things slide | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in | |
| And pick out the cleanest shirt | |
| Then I tell myself again I don’t really hurt | |
| Smoking I once quit | |
| Now I got one lit I just fell back into it | |
| Along with my pride | |
| Lately I’ve let things slide | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in | |
| Dig out the cleanest shirt | |
| When all at once I’m seized again by exquisite hurt | |
| [Verse] | |
| That untouched takeaway | |
| I brought home the other day | |
| Has quite a lot to say | |
| The evidence is clear only resign, piled high and wide | |
| About how lately I’ve, let things slide | |
| I’m just about holding on | |
| But lately I’ve let things slide |
| zuo ci : Lowe | |
| With a growing sense of dread | |
| And a hammer in my head | |
| Fully clothed upon the bed | |
| I wake up to the world that lately I' ve been living in | |
| There' s a cut upon my brow | |
| Must have banged myself somehow | |
| But I can' t remember now | |
| And the front door' s open wide | |
| Lately I' ve let things slide | |
| Chorus | |
| I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in | |
| And pick out the cleanest shirt | |
| Then I tell myself again I don' t really hurt | |
| Smoking I once quit | |
| Now I got one lit I just fell back into it | |
| Along with my pride | |
| Lately I' ve let things slide | |
| Chorus | |
| I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in | |
| Dig out the cleanest shirt | |
| When all at once I' m seized again by exquisite hurt | |
| Verse | |
| That untouched takeaway | |
| I brought home the other day | |
| Has quite a lot to say | |
| The evidence is clear only resign, piled high and wide | |
| About how lately I' ve, let things slide | |
| I' m just about holding on | |
| But lately I' ve let things slide |
| zuò cí : Lowe | |
| With a growing sense of dread | |
| And a hammer in my head | |
| Fully clothed upon the bed | |
| I wake up to the world that lately I' ve been living in | |
| There' s a cut upon my brow | |
| Must have banged myself somehow | |
| But I can' t remember now | |
| And the front door' s open wide | |
| Lately I' ve let things slide | |
| Chorus | |
| I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in | |
| And pick out the cleanest shirt | |
| Then I tell myself again I don' t really hurt | |
| Smoking I once quit | |
| Now I got one lit I just fell back into it | |
| Along with my pride | |
| Lately I' ve let things slide | |
| Chorus | |
| I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in | |
| Dig out the cleanest shirt | |
| When all at once I' m seized again by exquisite hurt | |
| Verse | |
| That untouched takeaway | |
| I brought home the other day | |
| Has quite a lot to say | |
| The evidence is clear only resign, piled high and wide | |
| About how lately I' ve, let things slide | |
| I' m just about holding on | |
| But lately I' ve let things slide |