[00:00.000] 作曲 : Paul Jody Billy Raffoul/Katelyn Tarver
[00:00.235] One, two, three, four
[00:02.852] Same restaurant
[00:05.760] Trying to make it through some bad small talk
[00:11.803] She’s nice enough
[00:14.550] Said where she was from but I forgot
[00:21.219] Because I keep going back to that night
[00:24.081] When it was you sitting in that seat
[00:28.954] Rolling your eyes at me
[00:33.424] Why’d I have to know you like the back of my hand
[00:37.624] Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance
[00:42.335] Why’d I have to go and build my world around you
[00:46.497] If in the end we would have to pretend to be strangers again
[01:01.222] I sit across
[01:04.015] From somebody new at some old bar
[01:10.177] Getting a sense
[01:12.734] Of whether or not
[01:14.629] I’ll see him again
[01:19.606] Because I keep going back to that night
[01:22.389] When it was you sitting in that seat
[01:27.318] Falling in too deep
[01:31.961] Why’d I have to know you like the back of my hand
[01:35.862] Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance
[01:40.847] Why’d I have to go and build my world around you
[01:44.940] If in the end we would have to pretend to be strangers again
[01:53.227] Strangers again
[01:58.559] Nostalgia hits like a tonne of bricks and leaves me wishing that
[02:07.712] We could begin again
[02:12.446] Why’d I have to know you like the back of my hand
[02:16.308] Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance
[02:21.340] Why’d I have to go and build my world around you
[02:25.351] If in the end we would have to pretend to be strangers again

作曲 : Paul Jody Billy Raffoul/Katelyn Tarver
One, two, three, four
Same restaurant
Trying to make it through some bad small talk
She’s nice enough
Said where she was from but I forgot
Because I keep going back to that night
When it was you sitting in that seat
Rolling your eyes at me
Why’d I have to know you like the back of my hand
Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance
Why’d I have to go and build my world around you
If in the end we would have to pretend to be strangers again
I sit across
From somebody new at some old bar
Getting a sense
Of whether or not
I’ll see him again
Because I keep going back to that night
When it was you sitting in that seat
Falling in too deep
Why’d I have to know you like the back of my hand
Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance
Why’d I have to go and build my world around you
If in the end we would have to pretend to be strangers again
Strangers again
Nostalgia hits like a tonne of bricks and leaves me wishing that
We could begin again
Why’d I have to know you like the back of my hand
Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance
Why’d I have to go and build my world around you
If in the end we would have to pretend to be strangers again