| Song | Fighting Talk |
| Artist | Everything But the Girl |
| Album | Baby, the Stars Shine Bright |
| 作词 : Thorn, Watt | |
| Well it's so easy to be witty in retrospect | |
| When you're out of door you pause a moment to reflect | |
| On all the crushing one-liners that you should have said | |
| But you always were reduced to angry words instead | |
| Fighting talk on the stairs | |
| Is enough to show who never cared | |
| Fighting talk, who will be spared | |
| The abuse that's always hurled as you curse and swear | |
| But it's so cruel how the moment can let you down | |
| And how eloquence deserts | |
| When you find yourself on sensitive ground | |
| You slam the door and turn the catch | |
| You turned your home into a prison | |
| Conversation into a slanging match | |
| Fighting talk on the stairs | |
| Is enough to show who never cared | |
| Fighting talk, who will be spared | |
| The abuse that's always hurled as you curse and swear | |
| But oh my love I'm sick and tired | |
| Of all the cruelty love's acquired | |
| We never more need come to harm | |
| If you lay your head here on my faithless arm |
| zuò cí : Thorn, Watt | |
| Well it' s so easy to be witty in retrospect | |
| When you' re out of door you pause a moment to reflect | |
| On all the crushing oneliners that you should have said | |
| But you always were reduced to angry words instead | |
| Fighting talk on the stairs | |
| Is enough to show who never cared | |
| Fighting talk, who will be spared | |
| The abuse that' s always hurled as you curse and swear | |
| But it' s so cruel how the moment can let you down | |
| And how eloquence deserts | |
| When you find yourself on sensitive ground | |
| You slam the door and turn the catch | |
| You turned your home into a prison | |
| Conversation into a slanging match | |
| Fighting talk on the stairs | |
| Is enough to show who never cared | |
| Fighting talk, who will be spared | |
| The abuse that' s always hurled as you curse and swear | |
| But oh my love I' m sick and tired | |
| Of all the cruelty love' s acquired | |
| We never more need come to harm | |
| If you lay your head here on my faithless arm |