distance equals rate times time歌词
The Hold Steady - The Sweet Part Of The City
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
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Back when we were living up on Hennepin,
she kept threatening to turn us in.
At night she mostly liked us.
We used to pass around the thermos.
Some nights she was gorgeous.
We were living it.
We delivered it.
We didn't feel a thing.
We were living in
the sweet part of the city.
The parts with the bars and restaurants.
We used to meet underneath the marquis.
We used to nod off in the matinees.
She always claimed that she was from Tennessee
and now it seems to me
like distance doesn't equal rate and time no more.
It's like gravity doesn't apply.
No, everything sparkles and appears like we're on wheels.
It was dark, but I guess that's the deal.
St. Theresa showed up wearin' see-th