Chelsea 가사

For a chemical imbalance You sure know how to ride a train Your revolution is a deathbed And the music is your maid When someone comes a-knockin' With a needle on a tray Only your lonesome lies beside you For you told me not to stay You are somebody's baby Some mother held you near No, it's not important, they're just pretty words, my dear There is no distraction that can make me disappear No, there's nothing that won't remind you I will always be right here And you spit the blood back Spit the blood back, baby I'm amazed that you're alright Oh, so long, prison boy I won't be home with you tonight We're both very sick, our muscles are worn down It's as if we are one-hundred, know I won't still be around Because I've fallen Yes, I've fallen right into the love I've found Long before I reach one-hundred I'll have fallen to the ground And for generations, they'll romance us, make us more Or much less than ever was before The Chelsea and the floor Make us stand before the masses Like two speakers for the poor When there was no revolution Nothing we were fighting for And you spit the blood back Spit the blood back, baby I'm amazed that you're alright Oh, so long, prison boy I won't be home, I won't be home I won't be home with you tonight And you can call the service bell When we stay at the Chelsea Hotel And I'll stay out of my own hell Oh, so long, prison boy I won't be home, I won't be home I won't be home with you tonight Tonight