Tác giả: Ezra Koenig & Rostam Batmanglij
Unsentimental
Traveling around
Sure of myself
Sure of it now
You were standing so close to me
Like the future was supposed to be
In the aisles of the grocery
In the blocks uptown.
I remember
Remember well
But if I'd forgotten
Could you tell.
In the shadow of your first attack
I was questioning and looking back
You said, "Baby, we don't speak of that"
Like a real aristocrat.
Compound to compound
Lazy and safe
Wanted to leave it
Wanted to wait
When the taxi door was open wide
I pretended I was horrified
By the uniform and gloves outside
Of the courtyard gate.
You're not a victim
But neither am I
Nostalgic for garbage
Desperate for time
I could blame it on your mother's hair
Or the colors that your father wears
But I know that I was never fair
You were always fine.
Unsentimental
Traveling around
Sure of myself
Sure of it now
You were standing so close to me
Like the future was supposed to be
In the aisles of the grocery
In the blocks uptown.
I remember
Remember it well
And if I'd forgotten
Could you tell.
In the shadow of your first attack
I was questioning and looking back
You were standing on another track
Like a real aristocrat.;
Traveling around
Sure of myself
Sure of it now
You were standing so close to me
Like the future was supposed to be
In the aisles of the grocery
In the blocks uptown.
I remember
Remember well
But if I'd forgotten
Could you tell.
In the shadow of your first attack
I was questioning and looking back
You said, "Baby, we don't speak of that"
Like a real aristocrat.
Compound to compound
Lazy and safe
Wanted to leave it
Wanted to wait
When the taxi door was open wide
I pretended I was horrified
By the uniform and gloves outside
Of the courtyard gate.
You're not a victim
But neither am I
Nostalgic for garbage
Desperate for time
I could blame it on your mother's hair
Or the colors that your father wears
But I know that I was never fair
You were always fine.
Unsentimental
Traveling around
Sure of myself
Sure of it now
You were standing so close to me
Like the future was supposed to be
In the aisles of the grocery
In the blocks uptown.
I remember
Remember it well
And if I'd forgotten
Could you tell.
In the shadow of your first attack
I was questioning and looking back
You were standing on another track
Like a real aristocrat.;