Seattle

The Classic Crime Seattle 作词:Matthew Mac Donald My [Incomprehensible], my life is dull And dried up like the sound of voice makes When the heart grows cold and it's going that way I think I'll move out of state somewhere far from Seattle City lights,

Who else would be Calling me at 3 am Just to tell me You're still there The sky's still falling Tell me what you Need to hear this time to make it count And to get you out of Seattle, I don't know why You stand under the clouds expecting to stay dry