| Song | This Ache |
| Artist | Blues Traveler |
| Album | Live on the Rocks |
| 作词 : Popper, Wilson | |
| This ache that follows you down | |
| From wherever you both came from | |
| Well, it won't leave quietly | |
| It just waits here noisily with me | |
| I turn to go but quite instead | |
| It sinks its fangs into my head | |
| And gnaws upon me like a greedy bone | |
| The fragrant scent of parts unknown | |
| I try my best but it gets worse | |
| And fearful of this blessed curse | |
| The moon is full, | |
| I feel my teeth | |
| My instincts give no sympathy for me | |
| All I want is to stay here with you | |
| For at least a couple of minutes more | |
| In your front seat by any reason, | |
| I can find | |
| My right foot still dangling out your door | |
| This ache that follows you down | |
| From wherever you both came from | |
| Well, it won't leave quietly | |
| It just waits here noisily with me | |
| The pots and pans and bare assed bones | |
| Would have me feeling all alone | |
| But never fear the ache is there | |
| And calmly, he pulls up a chair | |
| And through the night we play some hands | |
| While the ache, he issues his demands | |
| Yeah, the ache, he issues his demands | |
| And I'm like | |
| Custer at his lemonade stand | |
| And all I have is this ache | |
| Just to see you again | |
| Though I've got no pretext to | |
| And hope won't quench my thirst this time | |
| Can't you see that | |
| I'm aching for you? | |
| I go to sleep when | |
| I awakeIn the kitchen is my ache | |
| He cooks me breakfast ties my shoes | |
| Puts in the time, he pays my dues | |
| He sticks a needle in my eye | |
| And haunts me like some tragic lie | |
| Reminds me 'til | |
| I bend to break | |
| That I've been given the gift of | |
| This ache that followed you down | |
| From wherever you both came from | |
| Well, it won't leave quietly | |
| It just waits here noisily with me | |
| This ache that followed you down | |
| From wherever you both came from | |
| This ache that followed you down | |
| From wherever you both came from | |
| Well, it won't leave quietly | |
| It just waits here noisily with me |
| zuò cí : Popper, Wilson | |
| This ache that follows you down | |
| From wherever you both came from | |
| Well, it won' t leave quietly | |
| It just waits here noisily with me | |
| I turn to go but quite instead | |
| It sinks its fangs into my head | |
| And gnaws upon me like a greedy bone | |
| The fragrant scent of parts unknown | |
| I try my best but it gets worse | |
| And fearful of this blessed curse | |
| The moon is full, | |
| I feel my teeth | |
| My instincts give no sympathy for me | |
| All I want is to stay here with you | |
| For at least a couple of minutes more | |
| In your front seat by any reason, | |
| I can find | |
| My right foot still dangling out your door | |
| This ache that follows you down | |
| From wherever you both came from | |
| Well, it won' t leave quietly | |
| It just waits here noisily with me | |
| The pots and pans and bare assed bones | |
| Would have me feeling all alone | |
| But never fear the ache is there | |
| And calmly, he pulls up a chair | |
| And through the night we play some hands | |
| While the ache, he issues his demands | |
| Yeah, the ache, he issues his demands | |
| And I' m like | |
| Custer at his lemonade stand | |
| And all I have is this ache | |
| Just to see you again | |
| Though I' ve got no pretext to | |
| And hope won' t quench my thirst this time | |
| Can' t you see that | |
| I' m aching for you? | |
| I go to sleep when | |
| I awakeIn the kitchen is my ache | |
| He cooks me breakfast ties my shoes | |
| Puts in the time, he pays my dues | |
| He sticks a needle in my eye | |
| And haunts me like some tragic lie | |
| Reminds me ' til | |
| I bend to break | |
| That I' ve been given the gift of | |
| This ache that followed you down | |
| From wherever you both came from | |
| Well, it won' t leave quietly | |
| It just waits here noisily with me | |
| This ache that followed you down | |
| From wherever you both came from | |
| This ache that followed you down | |
| From wherever you both came from | |
| Well, it won' t leave quietly | |
| It just waits here noisily with me |