| Song | I've Returned |
| Artist | Squeeze |
| Album | Up The Junction |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| (difford/tilbrook) | |
| Last night i played the drunken fiddle | |
| Disabled love with a word of dribble | |
| On and on about some jumbled subject | |
| Said your friends were a bunch of muppets | |
| Said your sister should have grown a moustache | |
| Said you didn't need to take off your mask | |
| Down the staircase i made my stagger | |
| I left you crying but it didn't matter | |
| So i sat inside my car and wonder | |
| A headache in my head like the thunder | |
| Chewed my nails like a guilty victim | |
| Couldn't see or feel the night or nothing | |
| Wanted to explain but all so desperate | |
| Love was like it was some investment | |
| Then i don't remember who said what when | |
| On a scrap of paper i placed my pen | |
| When i woke up in the morning | |
| Beside you in the bed | |
| My mouth was full of nothing | |
| My arm around your head | |
| And i don't know how i got there | |
| I didn't want to check | |
| Now back between each other | |
| We're salvaging our wreck | |
| You've thrown my jigsaw all over the floor | |
| We're at the deepest deep | |
| I thought our love had died forever | |
| But it just went to sleep |
| zuo ci : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| difford tilbrook | |
| Last night i played the drunken fiddle | |
| Disabled love with a word of dribble | |
| On and on about some jumbled subject | |
| Said your friends were a bunch of muppets | |
| Said your sister should have grown a moustache | |
| Said you didn' t need to take off your mask | |
| Down the staircase i made my stagger | |
| I left you crying but it didn' t matter | |
| So i sat inside my car and wonder | |
| A headache in my head like the thunder | |
| Chewed my nails like a guilty victim | |
| Couldn' t see or feel the night or nothing | |
| Wanted to explain but all so desperate | |
| Love was like it was some investment | |
| Then i don' t remember who said what when | |
| On a scrap of paper i placed my pen | |
| When i woke up in the morning | |
| Beside you in the bed | |
| My mouth was full of nothing | |
| My arm around your head | |
| And i don' t know how i got there | |
| I didn' t want to check | |
| Now back between each other | |
| We' re salvaging our wreck | |
| You' ve thrown my jigsaw all over the floor | |
| We' re at the deepest deep | |
| I thought our love had died forever | |
| But it just went to sleep |
| zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| difford tilbrook | |
| Last night i played the drunken fiddle | |
| Disabled love with a word of dribble | |
| On and on about some jumbled subject | |
| Said your friends were a bunch of muppets | |
| Said your sister should have grown a moustache | |
| Said you didn' t need to take off your mask | |
| Down the staircase i made my stagger | |
| I left you crying but it didn' t matter | |
| So i sat inside my car and wonder | |
| A headache in my head like the thunder | |
| Chewed my nails like a guilty victim | |
| Couldn' t see or feel the night or nothing | |
| Wanted to explain but all so desperate | |
| Love was like it was some investment | |
| Then i don' t remember who said what when | |
| On a scrap of paper i placed my pen | |
| When i woke up in the morning | |
| Beside you in the bed | |
| My mouth was full of nothing | |
| My arm around your head | |
| And i don' t know how i got there | |
| I didn' t want to check | |
| Now back between each other | |
| We' re salvaging our wreck | |
| You' ve thrown my jigsaw all over the floor | |
| We' re at the deepest deep | |
| I thought our love had died forever | |
| But it just went to sleep |