注释:
From the sticks to the big smoke She looked out the window barely spokeSome things in life are hard to swallowThe first thing that we will do When we get there is rent a roomOur sprints on the wind will have to followWe'll say all our goodbyesWe'll cut all of our ties Midnight ferry crossingSome people see it from miles away Others just wake up one day And the rug is pulled from underneath their feet That night i waltzed across the ice With bunting over my shouldersAnd a hunting knife in my teeth We said allour goodbyes We cut allof our ties
