歌词
There's an old groove to your new song
There's a tune moving through your veins
But your blood grew weary with the memory
That played upon the record you had saved
The needle on the table plays it backwards
And you wonder what keeps howling out your name
It was gritty, it was gruesome, it was lovely
To recognize the voice that you once claimed
Serenade
You crawl into the music that you made
Serenade
You sink into a wistful serenade
You keep sinking down
Under the the wall of sound
The skipping record brings you to your senses
And you button up your sleeve and shut the shade
And you put away the needle and the makeup
With that record on the shelf you walk away
There was an old groove to your new song
There was a tune moving through your veins
But your blood grew weary with the memory
That played upon the record you had saved
Serenade
You crawl into the music that you made
Serenade
You sink into a wistful serenade
There was an old groove to your new song