怎么也穿不过去的音乐。Cafe里面来来往往的人儿。扶梯上那个闪动着眼睛的美少年。实验室里的机器。
球场上。雪地里。饭桌上。party中。
山上，水里，飞机上，坐你开的车，听你听的歌......

I didn't fit in. I don't fit in. I won't fit in.
I am in my shell. I know smile is always a perfect shell。

I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner

I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee

And he fills it
Only halfway
And before
I even argue

He is looking
Out the window
At somebody
Coming in

“It is always
Nice to see you”
Says the man
Behind the counter

To the woman
Who has come in
She is shaking
Her umbrella
And I look
The other way
As they are kissing
Their hellos
I'm pretending
Not to see them
Instead
I pour the milk

I open
Up the paper
There's a story
Of an actor

Who had died
While he was drinking
It was no one
I had heard of

And I'm turning
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies

When I'm feeling
Someone watching me
And so
I raise my head

There's a woman
On the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?

No she does not
Really see me
Cause she sees
Her own reflection

And I'm trying
Not to notice
That she's hitching
Up her skirt

And while she's
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Is getting wet

Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As I'm listening

To the bells
Of the cathedral
I am thinking
Of your voice...

And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain began...

I finish up my coffee
It's time to catch the train

睡在我上铺的兄弟 无声无息的你
你曾经问我的那些问题 如今再没人问起
分给我烟抽的兄弟 分给我快乐的往昔
你总是猜不对我手里的硬币 摇摇头说这太神秘
你来的信写的越来越客气 关于爱情你只字不提
你说你现在有很多的朋友 却再也不为那些事忧愁

睡在我上铺的兄弟　睡在我寂寞的回忆
那些日子里你总说起的女孩　是否送了你她的发带
你说每当你回头看夕阳红　每当你又听到晚钟
从前的点点滴滴会涌起　在你来不及难过的心里
你问我几时能一起回去　看看我们的宿舍我们的过去
你刻在墙上的字依然清晰　从那时候起就没有人能擦去
睡在我上铺的兄弟　睡在我寂寞的回忆
　 你曾经问我的那些问题　如今再没人问起