[00:00.000] 作词 : Benedict Clay/Vicky West/Steve Swindon/Paul Carter/Nainesh Shah
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Benedict Clay/Vicky West/Steve Swindon/Paul Carter/Nainesh Shah
[00:09.339]My own Napoleon met his fate
[00:13.728]With a smile on his face in summer time
[00:18.534]By all accounts ventured he was running late
[00:23.341]For a series of dates with his own lifetime
[00:27.886]Bemused by your ambush at his garden gate
[00:32.849]His head was twisted by your nonsense rhyme
[00:37.186]For I was he when we came to be
[00:42.436]And I can't always free all the hostages you take inside of me
[00:56.046]And when it goes wrong
[00:58.554]I sing my own song
[01:01.088]It's a sad song I'll only sing for you
[01:07.488]And, when I sing loud
[01:10.649]It cuts the noise out
[01:12.895]And only you remain, now
[01:17.780]As the games end
[01:20.236]Like an old friend
[01:22.378]I call the right one in
[01:26.531]Then there's the strange case
[01:29.822]That we both make
[01:32.095]For keeping the out-takes in
[01:44.634]Bye bye Napoleon, I've boxed the tape
[01:49.258]But it's getting late, and I won't make time
[01:53.594]To re-run the chase scene, endless one-off takes
[01:59.001]None of which make good on the finish line
[02:03.756]Send Arthur Wellesley my warm embrace
[02:08.353]But I have his author on the other line
[02:13.212]For that was me when this came to be
[02:17.966]And I can't always free all the hostages you take inside of me
[02:31.680]And when it goes wrong
[02:34.084]I sing my own song
[02:36.618]It's a sad song I'll only sing for you
[02:42.913]And, when I sing loud
[02:46.048]It cuts the noise out
[02:48.451]And only you remain, now
[02:53.388]As the games end
[02:55.791]Like an old friend
[02:57.933]I call the right one in
[03:02.113]Then there's the strange case
[03:05.352]That we both make
[03:07.573]For keeping the out-takes in

作词 : Benedict Clay/Vicky West/Steve Swindon/Paul Carter/Nainesh Shah
作曲 : Benedict Clay/Vicky West/Steve Swindon/Paul Carter/Nainesh Shah
My own Napoleon met his fate
With a smile on his face in summer time
By all accounts ventured he was running late
For a series of dates with his own lifetime
Bemused by your ambush at his garden gate
His head was twisted by your nonsense rhyme
For I was he when we came to be
And I can't always free all the hostages you take inside of me
And when it goes wrong
I sing my own song
It's a sad song I'll only sing for you
And, when I sing loud
It cuts the noise out
And only you remain, now
As the games end
Like an old friend
I call the right one in
Then there's the strange case
That we both make
For keeping the out-takes in
Bye bye Napoleon, I've boxed the tape
But it's getting late, and I won't make time
To re-run the chase scene, endless one-off takes
None of which make good on the finish line
Send Arthur Wellesley my warm embrace
But I have his author on the other line
For that was me when this came to be
And I can't always free all the hostages you take inside of me
And when it goes wrong
I sing my own song
It's a sad song I'll only sing for you
And, when I sing loud
It cuts the noise out
And only you remain, now
As the games end
Like an old friend
I call the right one in
Then there's the strange case
That we both make
For keeping the out-takes in