Songs That She Sang in the Shower歌词

作曲 : Jason Isbell

On a lark

On the whim

I said there’s two kinds of men
In this world and
You’re neither of them

And his fist
Cut the smoke

I had an eighth of a second to wonder
If he got the joke

And in the car

Headed home

She asked if I had considered
The prospect of living alone

With a stake

Held to my eye

I had to summon
The confidence needed to hear her goodbye

And another brief chapter without
Any answers blew by

And the songs that she sang in the shower

Are stuck in my head
Like Bring Out The Dead

Breakfast In Bed

And experience robs me of hope
That she’ll make it back home

So I’m stuck on my own
I’m stuck on my own

In a room

By myself

Looks like I’m here with a guy
That I judge worse than anyone else

So I pace

And I pray

And I repeat the mantra’s
That might keep me clean for the day
And the songs that she sang
In the shower all ring in my ear

Like Wish You Were Here

How I wish you were here

And experience robs me of hope
That you’ll ever return

So I breathe and I burn

I breathe and I burn

And the church bells are ringing for those
Who are easy to please

And the frost on the ground probably envy’s
The frost on the trees

And the songs she sang in
The shower are stuck in my mind

Like Yesterday’s Wine like Yesterday’s Wine

And experience tells me
That I’ll never hear them again

Not thinking of them

Not thinking of them