制作
作曲和作词
Matthew Brian Gerrard
词曲作者
歌词
Shyly she enquired
Why he never looked her in the eye while talking
Frankly
He reported in retort
It’s a precaution of sorts
I get distracted and refracted
When drawn into those gorgeous portals
Lose my train of thought
Alack
These attacks are back to back
In fact it’s intractable
We both know I’ll snatch defeat from the jaws of victory
Predictably
How I’m standing still’s a mystery
When standing perpetually
Doesn’t seem a victory to me
At times we all will wonder
When our hearts are torn asunder
How we’re meant to keep on wandering
When it feels as if your knees could buckle under you
Lest we say
Sod em Gomorrah
Open the box from pandora I brought ya
I left a jam jar on your doorstep
A thousand wasps within so you might feel the bitter sting
That I felt for ya
Because I adore ya
You can’t deny the grumblings of this old pariah’s
Caused a rumbling down inside ya
Like you’re perched upon the tumble dryer smiling
But you’re best to double check that lid’s on tight
All the hallmarks say
Love is patient, love is kind
But the truth can differ significantly
Or so I find
Love is selfish love is desperate love is scared
Love is willing to carve weapons
From those truths you dared to bear
Love is spiteful love is mean
Love is seldom neat and clean
Love wrings its hands and forces tears
It wants to know where you’ve been
Love is fearful of what you’re thinking in those silences between
At times we’ll all still wonder
When our hearts are torn asunder
How you’re meant to keep on wandering
When you’re reeling from the feeling that your knees could
Buckle out from under ya
And all the martyrs say
Sod em' Gomorrah
Open the box from pandora I brought ya
I left a jam jar on your doorstep
A thousand wasps within so you might feel the bitter sting
That I felt for you
Cuz I adore ya
You can’t deny the grumblings of this old pariah’s
Caused a rumbling down inside ya
Like you’re perched upon the tumble dryer smiling
But you’re best to double check that lid’s on tight
Lest we say
Sod em' Gomorrah
Open the box from pandora I brought ya
I left a jam jar on your doorstep
A thousand wasps within so you might feel the bitter sting
That I felt for you
Cuz I adore ya
You can’t deny the grumblings of this old pariah’s
Caused a rumbling down inside ya
Like you’re perched upon the tumble dryer smiling
But you’re best to double check that lid’s on tight
Alright
Written by: Matthew Brian Gerrard
