| Song | Postcard of a Painting |
| Artist | Maxïmo Park |
| Album | A Certain Trigger |
| 作词 : Lloyd, Smith | |
| I'm losing more than I'll ever have, | |
| I'm losing more than I'll ever give, | |
| I'm losing more than I'll ever have, | |
| I'm losing more than I'll ever give to you | |
| Picture me with you but you couldn't do it, | |
| Everything I said was true but I couldn't prove it | |
| Your eyes are big when they're so close, | |
| Why can't we say goodbye in public, | |
| Your eyes are big when they're so close, | |
| Why can't we say goodbye in public | |
| Picture me with you but you couldn't do it, | |
| Everything I said was true but I couldn't prove it, | |
| And I'll admit there was a web but it wasn't me who spun it, | |
| Now I've made my bed but you wouldn't lie down in it | |
| I wrote my feelings down in a rush, | |
| I didn't even check the spelling, | |
| And closed the postcard of a painting | |
| You are just another thing that I have yet to fathom, | |
| Oooh you are just another thing I've yet to fathom | |
| And I'm losing more than I'll ever have, | |
| I'm losing more than I'll ever give to you | |
| Picture me with you but you couldn't do it, | |
| Everything I said was true but I couldn't prove it, | |
| And I'll admit there was a web but it wasn't me who spun it, | |
| Now I've made my bed but you wouldn't lie down in it |
| zuò cí : Lloyd, Smith | |
| I' m losing more than I' ll ever have, | |
| I' m losing more than I' ll ever give, | |
| I' m losing more than I' ll ever have, | |
| I' m losing more than I' ll ever give to you | |
| Picture me with you but you couldn' t do it, | |
| Everything I said was true but I couldn' t prove it | |
| Your eyes are big when they' re so close, | |
| Why can' t we say goodbye in public, | |
| Your eyes are big when they' re so close, | |
| Why can' t we say goodbye in public | |
| Picture me with you but you couldn' t do it, | |
| Everything I said was true but I couldn' t prove it, | |
| And I' ll admit there was a web but it wasn' t me who spun it, | |
| Now I' ve made my bed but you wouldn' t lie down in it | |
| I wrote my feelings down in a rush, | |
| I didn' t even check the spelling, | |
| And closed the postcard of a painting | |
| You are just another thing that I have yet to fathom, | |
| Oooh you are just another thing I' ve yet to fathom | |
| And I' m losing more than I' ll ever have, | |
| I' m losing more than I' ll ever give to you | |
| Picture me with you but you couldn' t do it, | |
| Everything I said was true but I couldn' t prove it, | |
| And I' ll admit there was a web but it wasn' t me who spun it, | |
| Now I' ve made my bed but you wouldn' t lie down in it |