Tác giả : Elliott Smith
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
This is the place 
You'll end up when 
You lose the chase 
Where you're dragged against your will 
From a basement on the hill 
All anybody knows is 
You're not like them 
They hit you in the head 
And send you back to bed 
Isolation called you and passed a tunnel into a 
Bright world where you can rule a place of state 
Here's a little house for you to stay 
But everybody's scared of this place 
They're staying away 
Your little house on memory lane 
The mayor's name is fear 
His voice patrols the pier 
By a mountain up of cliche 
That advances everyday 
The doctor speak in clowns 
He rings out loud 
He'll keep the doors and windows shut 
And swear 
Never join a soul again 
But isolation chased you ‘til every muscle ached 
Down the only road it ever takes 
But everybody's scared of this place 
They're staying away 
Your little house on memory lane 
If it's your decision 
To be open about yourself 
Be careful or else 
Be careful or else 
Uncomfortable apart 
It's all written on my chart 
That I take what's given to me 
Most cooperatively 
I do what people say 
And lie in bed all day 
Absolutely horrified 
I hope you're satisfied 
Isolation pushes past something and chained to 
A place where suffering’s a game 
But everybody's scared of this place 
They're staying away 
Your little house on memory lane 
Your little house on memory lane