[00:00.000] 作词 : 无
[00:01.000] 作曲 : 无
[00:05.387]Josh Augustin - Vocals/lyrics, synths, drums
[00:11.388]Sam Winemiller - Bass, Guitar
[00:14.889]
[00:16.138]Cover photo by Josh, design by the band
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[00:17.892]Headed west now
[00:19.639]From the blighted plain
[00:22.387]It's kind of gorgeous in a georgic way
[00:25.390]Staring outside
[00:27.888]Watching every change
[00:30.640]I think it's just a type of way to explain
[00:33.890]How I miss you
[00:36.137]How I hope you're fine
[00:39.637]That I've been sad
[00:40.887]Tracing Lichtensteins with my eyes closed
[00:44.387]On the phone at night
[00:46.388]Always bummed out
[00:48.637]Cause the world's not right
[00:50.639]At this time
[01:23.638]At the drive-thru
[01:26.387]With the headlights on
[01:28.887]And now I'm feeling like I'm Roquentin
[01:32.137]In a streetcar
[01:34.387]Near Corrine Marchand
[01:37.388]I'll go Michel Legrand and set it to song
[01:40.137]
[01:40.639]How I miss you
[01:43.389]How I hope you're fine
[01:45.638]That I've been sad
[01:47.138]Tracing Lichtensteins with my eyes closed
[01:51.137]On the phone at night
[01:53.138]Always bummed out
[01:54.638]
[01:57.389]Back in New York
[01:59.639]In the August sun
[02:01.388]Wandering Greenpoint
[02:03.887]While the L still runs
[02:05.640]And I run back
[02:07.891]To a different day
[02:09.888]In the meantime
[02:12.389]You can dance, you can hit replay

作词 : 无
作曲 : 无
Josh Augustin - Vocals/lyrics, synths, drums
Sam Winemiller - Bass, Guitar
Cover photo by Josh, design by the band
Headed west now
From the blighted plain
It's kind of gorgeous in a georgic way
Staring outside
Watching every change
I think it's just a type of way to explain
How I miss you
How I hope you're fine
That I've been sad
Tracing Lichtensteins with my eyes closed
On the phone at night
Always bummed out
Cause the world's not right
At this time
At the drive-thru
With the headlights on
And now I'm feeling like I'm Roquentin
In a streetcar
Near Corrine Marchand
I'll go Michel Legrand and set it to song
How I miss you
How I hope you're fine
That I've been sad
Tracing Lichtensteins with my eyes closed
On the phone at night
Always bummed out
Back in New York
In the August sun
Wandering Greenpoint
While the L still runs
And I run back
To a different day
In the meantime
You can dance, you can hit replay