歌词
It's twenty 'til three 'til I sit alone
In the after-school bus, I'll be going home
And the city still makes me feel little
My father's father lives down the road
And it never feels like they're growing old
But the city still makes me feel little
What did I say
About the dining table?
Why did you change?
You said your heart was faithful
Flipping through 1998
Like memorials from a video tape
Handheld you, you held me too
Disc by disc, digging for a date
When I zipped you up and put it all away
You held on, but I didn't let you
(I didn't let you, I didn't let you)
Now if the hills catch fire and nobody's home
And the house is stained, but it's overflown
And the garden weeps, would you call to let me know?
What if bad news breaks through the telephone?
What if you never understood I'm still coming home?
You know I miss you more, more than a little
What did I say
About the dining table?
Why did you change?
You said your heart was faithful
What did we say (what did we say)
About going slow?
Why have we changed?
Is it because we're capable?
Written by: Cheryl Cheuk Wing Chow
