Photobooth
I Remember When the Days Were Long,
And the Nights When the Living Room Was On the Lawn.
Constant Quarreling, the Childish Fits, and Our Clothes in a Pile On the Ottoman.
All the Slander and Double-speak
Were Only Foolish Attempts to Show You Did Not Mean
Anything But the Blatant Proof Was Your Lips Touching Mine in the Photobooth.
And As the Summer's Ending,
The Cool Air Will Put Your Hard Heart Away.
You Were So Condescending...
And This Is All That's Left:
Scraping Paper to Document.
I've Packed a Change of Clothes and It's Time to Move On.
Cup Your Mouth to Compress the Sound,
Skinny Dipping With the Kids From a Nearby Town.
And Everything That I Said Was True,
As the Flashes Blinded Us in the Photobooth.
Well, I Lost Track, and Then Those Words Were Said.
You Took the Wheel and You Steered Us Into My Bed.
Soon We Woke and I Walked You Home,
And It Was Pretty Clear That It Was Hardly Love.
And As the Summer's Ending,
The Cool Air Will Rush Your Hard Heart Away.
You Were So Condescending.
And This Is All That's Left:
Scraping Paper to Document.
I've Packed a Change of Clothes and It's Time to Move On.
And As the Summer's Ending,
The Cool Air Will Rush Your Hard Heart Away.
You Were So Condescending,
As the Alcohol Drained the Days.
And As the Summer's Ending,
The Cool Air Will Rush Your Hard Heart Away.
You Were So Condescending.
And This Is All That's Left:
The Empty Bottles, Spent Cigarettes.
So Pack a Change of Clothes, 'cause It's Time to Move On.
Cabina de Fotos
Recuerdo cuando los días eran largos,
Y las noches cuando la sala de estar estaba en el césped.
Constantes peleas, berrinches infantiles, y nuestra ropa amontonada en el otomano.
Toda la difamación y el doble discurso
Eran solo intentos tontos de demostrar que no significabas nada
Pero la prueba evidente era tus labios tocando los míos en la cabina de fotos.
Y al terminar el verano,
El aire fresco alejará tu duro corazón.
Fuiste tan condescendiente...
Y esto es todo lo que queda:
Raspar papel para documentar.
He empacado un cambio de ropa y es hora de seguir adelante.
Tapando tu boca para amortiguar el sonido,
Desnudándonos con los chicos de un pueblo cercano.
Y todo lo que dije era verdad,
Mientras los destellos nos cegaban en la cabina de fotos.
Bueno, perdí la noción del tiempo, y luego se dijeron esas palabras.
Tomaste el control y nos dirigiste a mi cama.
Pronto despertamos y te acompañé a casa,
Y estaba bastante claro que apenas era amor.
Y al terminar el verano,
El aire fresco alejará tu duro corazón.
Fuiste tan condescendiente.
Y esto es todo lo que queda:
Raspar papel para documentar.
He empacado un cambio de ropa y es hora de seguir adelante.
Y al terminar el verano,
El aire fresco alejará tu duro corazón.
Fuiste tan condescendiente,
Mientras el alcohol drenaba los días.
Y al terminar el verano,
El aire fresco alejará tu duro corazón.
Fuiste tan condescendiente.
Y esto es todo lo que queda:
Las botellas vacías, los cigarrillos gastados.
Así que empaca un cambio de ropa, porque es hora de seguir adelante.