[00:00.000] 作词 : Matt Johnson
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Matt Johnson
[00:00.000]It's funny how, as we grow old
[00:02.399]We cling to the past as we cling to the air
[00:07.151]And feel nostalgia for things that were maybe never there
[00:19.648]The town where innocence was bullied and flared
[00:29.060]The house where desire's first fluids bled
[00:36.618]
[00:38.440]But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust
[00:42.919]I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust
[00:47.909]I wanna live
[00:50.660]I wanna live
[00:53.666]But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think
[01:04.674]
[01:07.414]There's a girl I used to know
[01:09.678]Who I think still lives 'round here
[01:12.662]Up there, on top of that council tower
[01:15.675]I was once her man
[01:18.409]At the midnight hour
[01:21.428]When I was as lusty as a dog
[01:26.408]Come moonshine or fog
[01:31.168]When our tongues would entwine
[01:34.407]Long and slow
[01:37.165]When we thought
[01:39.910]We'd never let each other go
[01:43.424]Oh no?
[01:45.667]
[01:45.920]But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust
[01:50.168]I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust
[01:54.910]I wanna live
[01:58.416]I wanna live
[02:02.410]But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think
[02:09.411]
[02:14.914]Yet it's funny how as we grow old
[02:17.167]We curse and point our finger at those
[02:19.662]Those, those, those
[02:21.911]Who made us scared and made us old
[02:26.907]Who touched our bodies and bruised our souls
[02:29.158]Who have made us scared and made us old
[02:31.665]It was those, God
[02:33.908]It was those
[02:36.423]Who made us scared
[02:38.668]And made us old
[02:42.659]
[03:03.169]But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust
[03:08.668]I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust
[03:12.674]I wanna live
[03:16.408]I wanna live
[03:17.910]But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think

作词 : Matt Johnson
作曲 : Matt Johnson
It's funny how, as we grow old
We cling to the past as we cling to the air
And feel nostalgia for things that were maybe never there
The town where innocence was bullied and flared
The house where desire's first fluids bled
But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust
I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust
I wanna live
I wanna live
But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think
There's a girl I used to know
Who I think still lives 'round here
Up there, on top of that council tower
I was once her man
At the midnight hour
When I was as lusty as a dog
Come moonshine or fog
When our tongues would entwine
Long and slow
When we thought
We'd never let each other go
Oh no?
But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust
I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust
I wanna live
I wanna live
But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think
Yet it's funny how as we grow old
We curse and point our finger at those
Those, those, those
Who made us scared and made us old
Who touched our bodies and bruised our souls
Who have made us scared and made us old
It was those, God
It was those
Who made us scared
And made us old
But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust
I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust
I wanna live
I wanna live
But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think