[00:00.000] 作词 : Alex Turner/Miles Kane
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Alex Turner/Miles Kane
[00:20.870]Well we were kissing
[00:22.980]It was secret
[00:25.140]We’d had to sneak beyond the kitchen
[00:29.550]Both well aware that there’d be trouble
[00:34.110]If the manager should find us
[00:38.600]You’d got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand
[00:44.510]You can carry much more than I can
[00:48.970]
[00:51.110]And a wicked gale came howling up through
[00:56.400]Sheffield City Centre
[00:59.860]There was palm tree debris everywhere
[01:04.200]And a Roman Colosseum
[01:08.320]It must be boring when I talk about my dreams
[01:15.000]
[01:21.620]I’m in a building and I notice
[01:25.620]That I’m surrounded by the ocean
[01:30.200]I get a feeling, I start running
[01:34.310]Don’t really know why I am running
[01:37.840]I never really know why I am running
[01:42.410]‘til I get caught
[01:45.130]Want to wake up to my dream report?
[01:49.740]
[01:51.840]And the snow was falling thick and fast
[01:55.840]We were bombing down Los Feliz
[02:00.160]It was you and me and Miles Kane
[02:04.830]And some prick I went to school with
[02:08.720]It must be be awful when I talk about my…
[02:14.310]
[02:14.600]Visions of the past and possible future
[02:20.110]Shoot through my mind and I can’t let go
[02:24.380]Inseparable opposing images
[02:30.920]When can you come back again?
[02:35.660]
[02:54.570]And a wicked gale came howling up through
[02:59.380]Sheffield City Centre
[03:03.150]There was palm tree debris everywhere and a Roman Colosseum
[03:11.690]Isn't it boring when I talk about my dreams?
[03:18.750]
[03:20.300]It must be torture when I talk about my dreams

作词 : Alex Turner/Miles Kane
作曲 : Alex Turner/Miles Kane
Well we were kissing
It was secret
We’d had to sneak beyond the kitchen
Both well aware that there’d be trouble
If the manager should find us
You’d got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand
You can carry much more than I can
And a wicked gale came howling up through
Sheffield City Centre
There was palm tree debris everywhere
And a Roman Colosseum
It must be boring when I talk about my dreams
I’m in a building and I notice
That I’m surrounded by the ocean
I get a feeling, I start running
Don’t really know why I am running
I never really know why I am running
‘til I get caught
Want to wake up to my dream report?
And the snow was falling thick and fast
We were bombing down Los Feliz
It was you and me and Miles Kane
And some prick I went to school with
It must be be awful when I talk about my…
Visions of the past and possible future
Shoot through my mind and I can’t let go
Inseparable opposing images
When can you come back again?
And a wicked gale came howling up through
Sheffield City Centre
There was palm tree debris everywhere and a Roman Colosseum
Isn't it boring when I talk about my dreams?
It must be torture when I talk about my dreams