He's an Artist Too

不是只是外表跟身高而已
但四目相對前 我真的沒想過些什麼
原本只是公事上的會面
他卻在離開時帶走了一部分的我

我在緊張的時候 明明很愛亂講話
但這次卻在九點就喝醉了
原本我都很放鬆 我都在顧及自己
但這次好像連龍舌蘭都救不了我了

喔不 他也是個藝術家
看看他那卡著眼鏡的頭髮 聊著漢密爾頓
喔不 他也是個夢想家
看看我們騎著黑色老擋車穿梭在城市燈光裡

究竟會是被我的神經質所啟發的劇本呢
還是因為你而寫下的歌詞呢
喔不 他也是個藝術家
把感情轉為作品
都怪半夜裡喝的那些咖啡因

是坐在鞦韆上的兩雙長腿 試著想掌握大局
是在等待時的香菸跟吻別

他是起身前那五分鐘的賴床時間
他是下雨天後能避難的舒適房間
他是盯著天花板的那種平靜感
他是半夜蟬聲的那種安全感

喔不 他也是個藝術家
看看他那卡著眼鏡的頭髮 聊著漢密爾頓
喔不 他也是個夢想家
看看我們騎著黑色老擋車穿梭在城市燈光裡

究竟會是被我的神經質所啟發的劇本呢
還是因為你而寫下的歌詞呢
喔不 他也是個藝術家
把感情轉為作品
都怪半夜裡喝的那些咖啡因

喔不 他也是個藝術家
看看他狡猾的笑臉跟肢體語言
喔不 我也是個藝術家
但我還是能繼續寫著詩集 因為我知道他理解我

喔不 他也是個藝術家
看看他那卡著眼鏡的頭髮 聊著漢密爾頓
喔不 他也是個夢想家
看看我們騎著黑色老擋車穿梭在城市燈光裡

究竟會是被我的神經質所啟發的劇本呢
還是因為你而寫下的歌詞呢
喔不 他也是個藝術家
把感情轉為作品
都怪半夜裡喝的那些咖啡因

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