Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
Maybe it's our kookiness,
酒保对着黑色西服无奈地耸耸肩。
Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns,
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
Maybe it's our looseness,
sunny狠狠地闭着眼睛,紧抓话筒的手不停地颤抖,声嘶力竭地唱道——
We're trash, you and me,
We're the lovers on the streets,
We're the litter on the breeze,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do...