He's an Artist Too （初版）

不是只是外表跟身高而已
但四目相对前 我真的没想过些什么
原本只是公事上的会面
他却在离开时带走了一部分的我

我在紧张的时候 明明很爱乱讲话
但这次却在九点就喝醉了
原本我都很放松 我都在顾及自己
但这次好像连龙舌兰都救不了我了

喔不 他也是个艺术家
看看他那卡著眼镜的头发 聊著汉密尔顿
喔不 他也是个梦想家
看看我们骑著黑色老挡车穿梭在城市灯光里

究竟会是被我的神经质所启发的剧本呢
还是因为你而写下的歌词呢
喔不 他也是个艺术家
把感情转为作品
都怪半夜里喝的那些咖啡因

是坐在秋千上的两双长腿 试著想掌握大局
是在等待时的香烟跟吻别

他是起身前那五分钟的赖床时间
他是下雨天后能避难的舒适房间
他是盯著天花板的那种平静感
他是半夜蝉声的那种安全感

喔不 他也是个艺术家
看看他那卡著眼镜的头发 聊著汉密尔顿
喔不 他也是个梦想家
看看我们骑著黑色老挡车穿梭在城市灯光里

究竟会是被我的神经质所启发的剧本呢
还是因为你而写下的歌词呢
喔不 他也是个艺术家
把感情转为作品
都怪半夜里喝的那些咖啡因

喔不 他也是个艺术家
看看他狡猾的笑脸跟肢体语言
喔不 我也是个艺术家
但我还是能继续写著诗集 因为我知道他理解我

喔不 他也是个艺术家
看看他那卡著眼镜的头发 聊著汉密尔顿
喔不 他也是个梦想家
看看我们骑著黑色老挡车穿梭在城市灯光里

究竟会是被我的神经质所启发的剧本呢
还是因为你而写下的歌词呢
喔不 他也是个艺术家
把感情转为作品
都怪半夜里喝的那些咖啡因

It’s not all just looks and heights
But nothing started until I saw his eyes
He walked in for a chat for work
And walked away
holding something that’s mine
I should be vomiting words when I’m nervous
But instead, I got drunk at nine
I was all at ease
I was minding my business
But tequila can’t seem to drown the butterflies
Oh no no, he’s an artist too
Look at the hair tucked with glasses
talking ‘bout Alexander Hamilton
Oh no no, he’s a dreamer too
Look at the two of us on black vintage motorcycle
racing in the lights
Will it be dramatic scripts based on my madness
Or lyrics written in your name
Oh no no, he’s an artist too
Turning hearts into arts
I’m blaming on the caffeine in the night
It’s the long legs on the swing
tryin’ to take control
It’s the cigarettes when waiting
and the kiss goodbye
He’s the five extra minutes before waking up
He’s the cozy bedroom after a rainy day out
He’s the staring-at-the-ceiling-kind of peace of mind
He’s the cricket-chirping-in-the-background in the nights
Oh no no, he’s an artist too
Look at the hair tucked with glasses
talking ‘bout Alexander Hamilton
Oh no no, he’s a dreamer too
Look at the two of us on black vintage motorcycle
racing in the lights
Will it be dramatic scripts based on my madness
Or lyrics written in your name
Oh no no, he’s an artist too
Turning hearts into arts
I’m blaming on the caffeine in the night
Oh no no, he’s an artist too
Look at his crooked smile
and the body language that he speaks
Oh no no, I’m an artist too
But I could still speak in poetry
because I’d still be understood
Oh no no, he’s an artist too
Look at the hair tucked with glasses
talking ‘bout Alexander Hamilton
Oh no no, he’s a dreamer too
Look at the two of us on black vintage motorcycle
racing in the lights
Will it be dramatic scripts based on my madness
Or lyrics written in your name
Oh no no, he’s an artist too
Turning hearts into arts
I’m blaming on the caffeine in the night