The Air 歌词

The air Escaping from your mouth The hair Escaping from your nose My heart Escaping from the scraping And the shaping Of the draping... I'm awaking In a T-shirt In a Chevy At a beach And I'm freezing And I'm wheezing And I know You were only teasing Then I hit you And I beat you And told you That I love you In my car In a jar The air Escaping from your pits The hair Escaping from my teeth My hands Are gripping But they're slipping And they're dripping 'Cause I'm tripping I got busted Coming through customs With a suitcase Full of tapes It was special Tape recording And they grabbed me While I was boarding Then they hit me And they beat me And they told me They don't like me And I crashed In my Nash We can crash In my Nash etc.