[fold=歌词]Gray, quiet and tired and meanPicking at a worried seamI try to make you mad at me over the phone.Red eyes and fire and signsI'm taken by a nursery rhymeI want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave homeNo amount of coffee, no amount of cryingNo amount of whiskey, no amount of wineNo, no, no, no, no,Nothing else will doI've gotta have you, I've gotta have you.The road gets colderThere's no spring in the meadow this yearI'm the new chicken clucking open hearts and earsOh, such a prima donna, sorry for myselfBut green, it is also summerAnd I won't be warm 'til I'm lying in your armsNo amount of coffee, no amount of cryingNo amount of whiskey, no amount of wineNo, no, no, no, noNothing else will doI've gotta have you, I've gotta have youI see it all through a telescopeGuitar, suitcase, and a warm coatLying in the back of the blue boatHumming a tuneHmmmmmmmNo amount of coffee, no amount of cryingNo amount of whiskey, no wineNo, no, no, no, noNothing else will doI've gotta have you, I've gotta haveNo amount of coffee, no amount of cryingNo amount of whiskey, no amount of wineNo, no, no, no, noNothing else will doI've gotta have you, I've gotta have youI've gotta have you, gotta have youI've gotta have you  [/fold]