| Song | Saints and Sailors |
| Artist | Dashboard Confessional |
| Album | MTV Unplugged 2.0 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Carrabba | |
| This is where | |
| I say I've had enough | |
| And no one should ever feel the way that | |
| I feel now | |
| A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises | |
| And I don't believe that | |
| I'm getting any better, any better | |
| Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring | |
| And I'm thinking awful things, | |
| I'm pretty sure that few would notice | |
| And this apartment is starving for an argument | |
| Anything at all to break the silence | |
| Wandering this house like | |
| I've never wanted out | |
| And this is about as social as | |
| I get nowAnd | |
| I'm throwing away the letters that | |
| I am writing you' | |
| Cause they would never do, | |
| I would never do, never | |
| Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring | |
| And I'm thinking awful things, | |
| I'm pretty sure that few would notice | |
| And this apartment is starving for an argument | |
| Anything at all to break the silence | |
| But don't be a liar, don't say that | |
| Everything is working when everything is broken | |
| And you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor | |
| And your eyes say the jokes on me | |
| But I'm not laughing, you're not leaving | |
| Well, who do | |
| I think I am kidding? | |
| When I'm the only one locked in this hell | |
| Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring | |
| And I'm thinking awful things, | |
| I'm pretty sure that few would notice | |
| And this apartment is starving for an argument | |
| Anything at all to break the silence | |
| So don't be a liar, don't say that | |
| Everything is working when everything is broken | |
| And you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor | |
| And your eyes say the jokes on me |
| zuo qu : Carrabba | |
| This is where | |
| I say I' ve had enough | |
| And no one should ever feel the way that | |
| I feel now | |
| A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises | |
| And I don' t believe that | |
| I' m getting any better, any better | |
| Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring | |
| And I' m thinking awful things, | |
| I' m pretty sure that few would notice | |
| And this apartment is starving for an argument | |
| Anything at all to break the silence | |
| Wandering this house like | |
| I' ve never wanted out | |
| And this is about as social as | |
| I get nowAnd | |
| I' m throwing away the letters that | |
| I am writing you' | |
| Cause they would never do, | |
| I would never do, never | |
| Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring | |
| And I' m thinking awful things, | |
| I' m pretty sure that few would notice | |
| And this apartment is starving for an argument | |
| Anything at all to break the silence | |
| But don' t be a liar, don' t say that | |
| Everything is working when everything is broken | |
| And you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor | |
| And your eyes say the jokes on me | |
| But I' m not laughing, you' re not leaving | |
| Well, who do | |
| I think I am kidding? | |
| When I' m the only one locked in this hell | |
| Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring | |
| And I' m thinking awful things, | |
| I' m pretty sure that few would notice | |
| And this apartment is starving for an argument | |
| Anything at all to break the silence | |
| So don' t be a liar, don' t say that | |
| Everything is working when everything is broken | |
| And you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor | |
| And your eyes say the jokes on me |
| zuò qǔ : Carrabba | |
| This is where | |
| I say I' ve had enough | |
| And no one should ever feel the way that | |
| I feel now | |
| A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises | |
| And I don' t believe that | |
| I' m getting any better, any better | |
| Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring | |
| And I' m thinking awful things, | |
| I' m pretty sure that few would notice | |
| And this apartment is starving for an argument | |
| Anything at all to break the silence | |
| Wandering this house like | |
| I' ve never wanted out | |
| And this is about as social as | |
| I get nowAnd | |
| I' m throwing away the letters that | |
| I am writing you' | |
| Cause they would never do, | |
| I would never do, never | |
| Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring | |
| And I' m thinking awful things, | |
| I' m pretty sure that few would notice | |
| And this apartment is starving for an argument | |
| Anything at all to break the silence | |
| But don' t be a liar, don' t say that | |
| Everything is working when everything is broken | |
| And you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor | |
| And your eyes say the jokes on me | |
| But I' m not laughing, you' re not leaving | |
| Well, who do | |
| I think I am kidding? | |
| When I' m the only one locked in this hell | |
| Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring | |
| And I' m thinking awful things, | |
| I' m pretty sure that few would notice | |
| And this apartment is starving for an argument | |
| Anything at all to break the silence | |
| So don' t be a liar, don' t say that | |
| Everything is working when everything is broken | |
| And you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor | |
| And your eyes say the jokes on me |