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歌詞
He was a songwriter writing songs about a girl
She was a ghostwriter, lying to the world
In deep anticipation of the day that she had written
And by her own admission, she'd be picked up, kissed and twirled
He was a fearful boy, watchful of the earth
Worried that it might split apart and he wouldn't even hear it first
He'd be caught in some position like a broken, old physician
And worst of all he feared that it would hurt
He's poured his heart out
Is nothin' gonna come of that
So when can he finally say
At last, at last, at last, at last
Oh, I thought you'd never ask, ohh!
Oh, seven hundred letters, she catalogued them all
Dated them and numbered them and then hid them down below
She would always keep 'em, once a year would read them
Each time she'd be thinkin' "Somehow, he must know"
She's poured her heart out
Is nothin' gonna come of that
So when can she finally say
At last, at last, at last, at last
Oh, I thought you'd never ask, ohh!
Outside of his apartment, the night was blanketed in mist
She stood lookin' up at his light and thinkin' what it meant
It meant that he was in there breathin', what was it he was thinking
It was of her she wished, she wished
They're pourin' their hearts out
Is nothin' gonna come of that
So when can they finally say
At last, at last, at last, at last
Oh, I thought you'd never ask
At last, at last, at last, at last
Oh, I thought you'd never ask
Written by: Ben Thornewill
