| Song | Again I Go Unnoticed |
| Artist | Dashboard Confessional |
| Album | MTV Unplugged 2.0 |
| 作曲 : Carrabba | |
| So quiet. | |
| Another wasted night | |
| The television steals the conversation. | |
| Exhale. | |
| Another wasted breath | |
| again it goes unnoticed. | |
| Please tell me you're just feeling tired, | |
| cause if it's more than that I fear that I might break. | |
| Out of touch. Out of time. | |
| Please send me anything but signals that are mixed, | |
| cause I can't read your rolling eyes. | |
| Out of touch. Are we out of time? | |
| Closed lipped | |
| another goodnight kiss | |
| is robbed of all its passion. | |
| Your grip | |
| another time to slack | |
| has left me feeling empty | |
| Please tell me you're just feeling tired, | |
| cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break. | |
| Out of touch. Out of time | |
| Please send me anything but signals that are mixed, | |
| cause I can't read your rolling eyes. | |
| Out of touch. Are we out of time? | |
| I'll wait until tomorrow. | |
| Maybe you'll feel better then, | |
| maybe we'll be better then. | |
| So what's another day | |
| when I can't bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you? | |
| This mood of yours is temporary. | |
| It seems worth the wait to see you smile again. | |
| Out of the corner of my eye | |
| won't be the only way you're looking at me then. | |
| So quiet. | |
| Another wasted night | |
| the television steals the conversation. | |
| Exhale. | |
| Another wasted breath | |
| again it goes unnoticed. |
| zuò qǔ : Carrabba | |
| So quiet. | |
| Another wasted night | |
| The television steals the conversation. | |
| Exhale. | |
| Another wasted breath | |
| again it goes unnoticed. | |
| Please tell me you' re just feeling tired, | |
| cause if it' s more than that I fear that I might break. | |
| Out of touch. Out of time. | |
| Please send me anything but signals that are mixed, | |
| cause I can' t read your rolling eyes. | |
| Out of touch. Are we out of time? | |
| Closed lipped | |
| another goodnight kiss | |
| is robbed of all its passion. | |
| Your grip | |
| another time to slack | |
| has left me feeling empty | |
| Please tell me you' re just feeling tired, | |
| cause if it' s more than that I feel that I might break. | |
| Out of touch. Out of time | |
| Please send me anything but signals that are mixed, | |
| cause I can' t read your rolling eyes. | |
| Out of touch. Are we out of time? | |
| I' ll wait until tomorrow. | |
| Maybe you' ll feel better then, | |
| maybe we' ll be better then. | |
| So what' s another day | |
| when I can' t bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you? | |
| This mood of yours is temporary. | |
| It seems worth the wait to see you smile again. | |
| Out of the corner of my eye | |
| won' t be the only way you' re looking at me then. | |
| So quiet. | |
| Another wasted night | |
| the television steals the conversation. | |
| Exhale. | |
| Another wasted breath | |
| again it goes unnoticed. |