[00:00.00] 作曲 : James Bagshaw
[00:04.37]You're either on something
[00:06.94]Or you're onto something
[00:09.77]You're either on something
[00:12.21]Or you're onto something
[00:14.82]You're either on something
[00:16.87]Or you're onto something
[00:19.96]I guess we find out tomorrow morn
[00:26.23]I overheard a conversation
[00:30.97]Exchanging pleasant pleasantries
[00:36.09]Until I heard that slur of speech
[00:41.13]I was standing on my feet
[00:44.64]Now confusion rocks the earth
[00:48.89]It was an hour after midnight
[00:56.54]Reminded by my twitching eye
[01:01.19]The crowd of people sounded loudly
[01:06.05]The shadows cast were standing shy
[01:10.10]I glugged a swig from the bottle
[01:14.38]I glugged a swig from the green bottle
[01:22.18]And placed my thumb upon the top
[01:26.34]And moving legs felt the vibrations
[01:30.60]Of the wooden beams
[01:31.92]Beneath their feet
[01:39.08]You're either on something
[01:41.42]Or you're onto something
[01:43.56]You're either on something
[01:46.29]Or you're onto something
[01:49.32]You're either on something
[01:51.33]Or you're onto something
[01:54.37]I guess we find out tomorrow morn
[02:10.92]It was three hours after midnight
[02:15.46]Rekindled youth was on our side
[02:20.67]The night owls crept behind my shoulders
[02:25.83]And soon no one was left around
[02:29.19]We should call it a night
[02:36.05]I glugged a swig from the green bottle
[02:41.19]And placed my thumb upon the top
[02:46.21]And moving legs felt the vibrations
[02:49.34]Of the wooden beams
[02:50.92]Beneath their feet
[02:58.27]You're either on something
[03:00.56]Or you're onto something
[03:03.14]You're either on something
[03:05.43]Or you're onto something
[03:07.97]You're either on something
[03:10.92]Or you're onto something
[03:13.70]I guess we find out tomorrow morn

作曲 : James Bagshaw
You're either on something
Or you're onto something
You're either on something
Or you're onto something
You're either on something
Or you're onto something
I guess we find out tomorrow morn
I overheard a conversation
Exchanging pleasant pleasantries
Until I heard that slur of speech
I was standing on my feet
Now confusion rocks the earth
It was an hour after midnight
Reminded by my twitching eye
The crowd of people sounded loudly
The shadows cast were standing shy
I glugged a swig from the bottle
I glugged a swig from the green bottle
And placed my thumb upon the top
And moving legs felt the vibrations
Of the wooden beams
Beneath their feet
You're either on something
Or you're onto something
You're either on something
Or you're onto something
You're either on something
Or you're onto something
I guess we find out tomorrow morn
It was three hours after midnight
Rekindled youth was on our side
The night owls crept behind my shoulders
And soon no one was left around
We should call it a night
I glugged a swig from the green bottle
And placed my thumb upon the top
And moving legs felt the vibrations
Of the wooden beams
Beneath their feet
You're either on something
Or you're onto something
You're either on something
Or you're onto something
You're either on something
Or you're onto something
I guess we find out tomorrow morn