反骨

Two weeks away, feels like the whole have changed.

But I'm home now, and things still look the same.

I think I'll leave it 'till tomorrow to unpack, try to forget for one more night.

That I'm back in my flat.

On the roads where the cars never stop going through the night.

To a life where I can't watch the sunset.

I don' have time. I don' have time.

Chorus

I've still got sand in my shoes and I can't shake the thought of you.

I should get on, forget you but why would I want to.

I know we said goodbye, anything else would have been confused.

But I want to see you again.

Tomorrow's back to working and down to sanity.

Should run a bath and then clear the mess I made before I left here.

Try to remind myself that I was happy here before I know that I could get on a plane and fly away.

From the road where the cars never stop going through the night.

To a life where I can watch the sunset and take my time, take all our time.

Two weeks away, all it takes, to change and turn me around I've found.

I walked away, and never said, that I wanted to  see you again.






真好，

我也好想去旅行，

或許回來後，

一切的一切，

那些的那些，

都能重新。