[00:00.000] 作词 : Robert Taylor[00:01.000] 作曲 : Robert Taylor[00:19.089]Every suntan tells stories and the shape of the white snitches[00:24.835]Fat men in tropical climes[00:29.339]Now you tell me you’ve been ****ing somebody new, and that[00:34.089]I should’ve known for a while[00:42.842]Watching the starlings as autumn draws in[00:47.834]As they make ghosts across London fields[00:52.837]And I would’ve moved out there to be with you[00:58.340]I would’ve moved out there for real[01:05.842]Saw a choir of golden angels wearing matching rucksacks[01:10.833]As they obscured the view to your train[01:16.336]And I’m sorry if it seems like I’m rambling here[01:24.835]Because I want to see the way the skin splits round his bones[01:29.086]And the gurgling head in your lap[01:34.274]And the arms of the crowd as they pull me away[01:39.277]And the mud and the blood in the grass[01:45.026]When we scraped our bones together[01:49.019]We got fire (fire, fire, fire)[01:55.521]When we scraped our bones together[01:59.527]We got fire (fire, fire, fire)[02:05.530]And we scraped our bones together[02:10.163]We got fire (fire, fire, fire)[02:15.921]We scraped our bones together[02:20.171]We got fire (fire, fire, fire)