Fool歌詞

[ti:Fool]
[ar:Cat Power]
[offset:500]
[00:10.87]Apart in New York, London and Paris
[00:15.44]Where will we rest, we’re all living on top of it
[00:21.79]It’s all that we have the use is our daily bread
[00:26.70]And no one is willing to share it
[00:31.87]
[00:33.08]Why can’t we see our fortunancy?
[00:37.74]Living as legends have lived
[00:42.88]Bane and dismembered we coax all the time
[00:48.88]Knowing that nothing is left when we die
[00:54.04]
[00:54.82]Come along fool
[00:59.80]A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
[01:08.23]It’s not that it’s bad; it’s not that it’s dead
[01:16.62]It’s just on the tip of your tongue, and you’re so silent
[01:26.02]
[01:26.64]Wanting to live and laugh all the time
[01:31.40]Sitting alone with you tea and your crime
[01:38.02]Children with kids, and people with parents
[01:43.34]Anywhich way there’s no past and no presence
[01:49.97]When the day comes and all of them bums
[01:54.94]Will reveal enchanting persons
[02:00.76]
[02:01.01]Come along
[02:05.92]A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
[02:13.07]It’s not that it’s bad; it’s not that it’s dead
[02:24.15]It’s just on the tip of your tongue, and you’re so silent
[02:32.30]
[02:33.23]When it’s a rut and baby’s no luck
[02:37.99]Half of its misunderstanding love
[02:44.43]The war we have on we’re winning again
[02:49.28]Within ourselves and within our friends
[02:55.12]
[02:55.44]Come along
[03:00.13]A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
[03:08.44]It’s not that it’s bad; it’s not that it’s dead
[03:17.92]It’s just on the tip of your tongue, and you’re so silent