[00:00.00] 作词 : Richard Payne
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Kristian Brenchley/Denis Leadbeater/Rene Schaefer
[00:24.72]I miss the synchronised swimming, I miss the hockey and I miss the darts
[00:31.71]I know its not about winning, its all about not taking part
[00:37.38]We get those self-satisfied "feels" from just getting out of our bed :
[00:44.61]Washed up and bins out, all the animals fed.
[00:50.25]From where I sit, I could see for ever
[00:55.98]Through the floor I can feel, the earths engines hum
[01:01.86]From where I sit, I could see for ever
[01:08.16]Through the floor I can feel, the earths engines hum
[01:13.47]Another month of ****ing Sundays, Uneventful strolls from Sofa to fridge
[01:20.58]Unremarkable days, Interchangeable weeks
[01:26.37]That sense of achievement , from opening the front door , dressed.
[01:33.00]When a walk in the park seems, a life lived too close to the edge.
[01:39.27]From where I sit, I could see for ever
[01:44.58]Through the floor I can feel, the earths engines hum
[01:50.67]From where I sit, I could see for ever
[01:56.49]Through the floor I can feel, the earths engines hum
[02:19.62]I miss the synchronised swimming, I miss the dressage and I miss the darts
[02:26.43]I know its not about winning, its all about not taking part
[02:32.16]We get those self satisfied "feels" from just getting out of bed :
[02:38.10]Yeh! : washed up and bins out, all the animals fed.
[02:43.80]From where I sit, I could see for ever
[02:50.52]Through the floor I can feel, the earths engines hum
[02:56.58]From where I sit, I could see for ever
[03:02.40]Through the floor I can feel, the earths engines hum

作词 : Richard Payne
作曲 : Kristian Brenchley/Denis Leadbeater/Rene Schaefer
I miss the synchronised swimming, I miss the hockey and I miss the darts
I know its not about winning, its all about not taking part
We get those self-satisfied "feels" from just getting out of our bed :
Washed up and bins out, all the animals fed.
From where I sit, I could see for ever
Through the floor I can feel, the earths engines hum
From where I sit, I could see for ever
Through the floor I can feel, the earths engines hum
Another month of ****ing Sundays, Uneventful strolls from Sofa to fridge
Unremarkable days, Interchangeable weeks
That sense of achievement , from opening the front door , dressed.
When a walk in the park seems, a life lived too close to the edge.
From where I sit, I could see for ever
Through the floor I can feel, the earths engines hum
From where I sit, I could see for ever
Through the floor I can feel, the earths engines hum
I miss the synchronised swimming, I miss the dressage and I miss the darts
I know its not about winning, its all about not taking part
We get those self satisfied "feels" from just getting out of bed :
Yeh! : washed up and bins out, all the animals fed.
From where I sit, I could see for ever
Through the floor I can feel, the earths engines hum
From where I sit, I could see for ever
Through the floor I can feel, the earths engines hum