Tác giả : Elliott Smith
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
She took the oldsmobile out past condor ave 
And she locked the car and slipped past 
Into rythmic queitude 
Lights burning 
Voice dry and hoarse 
I threw the screen door like a bastard back and forth 
The feel over each other 
I fell onto my knees 
The sound of the car driving off made me feel diseased 
A sick like you hear at the fairground 
Now i'm picking up to put away anything of yours that's still around 
I don't know what to do with your clothes or your letters 
It'll make a whisper out of you 
 
She took the oldsmobile out past condor ave 
The fairground's lit 
A drunk man sits by the gate she's driving through 
Got his hat tipped bottle back in between his teeth 
Looks like he's buried in the sand at the beach 
I can't think about you driving off to leave barely awake 
To take a little nap while the road is straight 
I wish that car had never been discovered 
They took away the bottle and the hat he was under 
That's the one thing that he could never do 
And it'll make a whisper out of you 
 
She took the oldsmobile out past condor ave 
Cops were running around the scene 
Looking for some kind of clue 
They ever get uptight when a moth gets crushed 
Unless a light bulb really loved him very much 
I'm lying down 
Blowing smoke from my cigarette 
Little whisper smoke signs you'll never get 
You're in your oldsmobile driving past the moon 
Headlights burning bright ahead of you 
And someone's burning out on condor ave 
Trying to make a whisper out of you 
 
What a shitty thing to say 
Did you really mean it? 
You never said a word to me about what passed between us 
So now i'm leaving you alone 
You can do whatever the hell you want to