| 作曲 : Cursive | |
| Loose-lipped secrets | |
| I've seen those birdies chirping | |
| Another promise perched on their fragile branches | |
| Cradle and all... | |
| We all hide a diary beneath some mattress | |
| And someone has slept in my bed | |
| Sometimes I get so naked I sing like a canary | |
| And I scream out what I shouldn't scream | |
| Some lies last a lifetime | |
| They keep our diaries hidden | |
| They don't let the whispers slip | |
| Between the cracks of the bathroom stalls | |
| Or be written on the bathroom walls.... | |
| But still I can hear those dirty birds chirp away | |
| It's a song I know by heart | |
| Sometimes I resent making friends and acquaintances | |
| It's a thin veil between us -- | |
| Between the bedsprings and the mattress | |
| I keep my secrets | |
| The ones I can't keep | |
| The ones you took from me | |
| The ones you scattered with your wings | |
| It was nice to meet you... | |
| It was nice to meet you... | |
| It was nice to meet you... |
| zuo qu : Cursive | |
| Looselipped secrets | |
| I' ve seen those birdies chirping | |
| Another promise perched on their fragile branches | |
| Cradle and all... | |
| We all hide a diary beneath some mattress | |
| And someone has slept in my bed | |
| Sometimes I get so naked I sing like a canary | |
| And I scream out what I shouldn' t scream | |
| Some lies last a lifetime | |
| They keep our diaries hidden | |
| They don' t let the whispers slip | |
| Between the cracks of the bathroom stalls | |
| Or be written on the bathroom walls.... | |
| But still I can hear those dirty birds chirp away | |
| It' s a song I know by heart | |
| Sometimes I resent making friends and acquaintances | |
| It' s a thin veil between us | |
| Between the bedsprings and the mattress | |
| I keep my secrets | |
| The ones I can' t keep | |
| The ones you took from me | |
| The ones you scattered with your wings | |
| It was nice to meet you... | |
| It was nice to meet you... | |
| It was nice to meet you... |
| zuò qǔ : Cursive | |
| Looselipped secrets | |
| I' ve seen those birdies chirping | |
| Another promise perched on their fragile branches | |
| Cradle and all... | |
| We all hide a diary beneath some mattress | |
| And someone has slept in my bed | |
| Sometimes I get so naked I sing like a canary | |
| And I scream out what I shouldn' t scream | |
| Some lies last a lifetime | |
| They keep our diaries hidden | |
| They don' t let the whispers slip | |
| Between the cracks of the bathroom stalls | |
| Or be written on the bathroom walls.... | |
| But still I can hear those dirty birds chirp away | |
| It' s a song I know by heart | |
| Sometimes I resent making friends and acquaintances | |
| It' s a thin veil between us | |
| Between the bedsprings and the mattress | |
| I keep my secrets | |
| The ones I can' t keep | |
| The ones you took from me | |
| The ones you scattered with your wings | |
| It was nice to meet you... | |
| It was nice to meet you... | |
| It was nice to meet you... |