The Commuter Lyrics
| Song | The Commuter |
| Artist | Jeremy Messersmith |
| Album | The Silver City |
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| 作曲 : Messersmith | |
| Some nights I can't feel my beating heart, | |
| I've got a second-hand body made with junk-yard parts. | |
| An (ink-blot?) head that makes it hard to care, | |
| Broke-down hands won't get me anywhere. | |
| But when I drive this car to work | |
| I feel like I'm going places, | |
| Landscapes all around me seem to change. | |
| And when I drive this car to work | |
| I feel like I'm made of something, | |
| Some day things will start to go my way. | |
| I spend my evenings lying on this couch, | |
| Countin' all the cracks in this old house. | |
| TV dinner boxes on the floor, | |
| I'm down 'cause you don't live here anymore. | |
| But when I drive this car to work | |
| I feel like I'm going places, | |
| Landscapes all around me seem to change. | |
| And when I drive this car to work | |
| I feel like I'm made of something, | |
| Some day things will start to go my way. |
| zuo qu : Messersmith | |
| Some nights I can' t feel my beating heart, | |
| I' ve got a secondhand body made with junkyard parts. | |
| An inkblot? head that makes it hard to care, | |
| Brokedown hands won' t get me anywhere. | |
| But when I drive this car to work | |
| I feel like I' m going places, | |
| Landscapes all around me seem to change. | |
| And when I drive this car to work | |
| I feel like I' m made of something, | |
| Some day things will start to go my way. | |
| I spend my evenings lying on this couch, | |
| Countin' all the cracks in this old house. | |
| TV dinner boxes on the floor, | |
| I' m down ' cause you don' t live here anymore. | |
| But when I drive this car to work | |
| I feel like I' m going places, | |
| Landscapes all around me seem to change. | |
| And when I drive this car to work | |
| I feel like I' m made of something, | |
| Some day things will start to go my way. |
| zuò qǔ : Messersmith | |
| Some nights I can' t feel my beating heart, | |
| I' ve got a secondhand body made with junkyard parts. | |
| An inkblot? head that makes it hard to care, | |
| Brokedown hands won' t get me anywhere. | |
| But when I drive this car to work | |
| I feel like I' m going places, | |
| Landscapes all around me seem to change. | |
| And when I drive this car to work | |
| I feel like I' m made of something, | |
| Some day things will start to go my way. | |
| I spend my evenings lying on this couch, | |
| Countin' all the cracks in this old house. | |
| TV dinner boxes on the floor, | |
| I' m down ' cause you don' t live here anymore. | |
| But when I drive this car to work | |
| I feel like I' m going places, | |
| Landscapes all around me seem to change. | |
| And when I drive this car to work | |
| I feel like I' m made of something, | |
| Some day things will start to go my way. |
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