The Lovesong Writer 歌詞
The Lovesong Writer - Thursday
Written by：Geoff Rickly/Tom Keeley/Steve Pedulla/Tim Payne/Tucker Rule/Andrew Everding
Sitting alone in the dark of the stadium
He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar
With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies
Chords into church bells that fill up the alleys
Lovers entwine in the heat of the night
And by dawn are apart in the shivering silences
We we will pretend
That it's all just made up
The songs that he writes
Are too personal
He can't play them for anyone
When he's all alone the lovesong writer sings
Oooh ooooh
Can anyone hear me now
But no one hears him now
So he stumbles through syllables cut from their sentences
Lost letters call to him deep in the alphabet
Please give us meaning
Pose for me now
You're the broken heart
You're the sigh in the back of the throat
And on the other side
You're the queen of spades
You're the sound that she makes on her way
There's always a way out
There's always a way out
When he's all alone
The lovesong writer sings
Ooooh
Can anyone hear me now
But no one hears at all
The lovesong writer sits all alone
When he hears the sound of the knock at the door
Fifty red roses falling apart
In the hands of someone
That you scripted and left behind
All of the others scorned by their lovers
Showed up at your door
Staring you down they said
Sing for me sing for me
Sing for me now
Sing for me sing for me
Sing for me now
There's no way out
There's no way out
There's no way out