歌曲 | Tell Them That She's Not Scared |
歌手 | Envy on the Coast |
专辑 | Lucy Gray |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Envy On The Coast, Hunter | |
I'll hold your tears as a ransom | |
Within the palm of my hand, | |
And tell you once again, | |
Don't tell me that you're scared... | |
Wake, wake, wake her | |
From this sea of white linens and | |
Extract the drugs from her dreams | |
And sew her seams with delicateness, ' | |
Cause beneath her chest sits the heart that | |
I live for, | |
You'd kill for, | |
The angels would die for. | |
And with a subtle wink and a flutter of wings, | |
They whispered, | |
They whispered... | |
I'll hold your tears as a ransom | |
Within the palm of my hand | |
And tell you once again | |
Don't tell me that you're scared | |
Alert the sawbones, | |
Tell them that she's not scared. | |
She's got an army of saints armed with her prayers. | |
Wake the angels | |
Tell them that she's not scared | |
She won't be taking the next flight out of here. | |
This is only a test, she said, | |
Broadcasting from hospital beds. | |
With a relic in her right hand, | |
She rushes to the front line, | |
Stricken by the wounds across her chest | |
The angels swear she's blessed with this medical test | |
That unlocks the gates to the place that we live for | |
We die for, | |
I know that she's bound for. | |
And with a subtle wink and a mother's instinct. | |
She whispered, | |
She whispered... | |
The angels dressed for the wake | |
But she sent them home. | |
With a handful of bullet shells. |
zuo qu : Envy On The Coast, Hunter | |
I' ll hold your tears as a ransom | |
Within the palm of my hand, | |
And tell you once again, | |
Don' t tell me that you' re scared... | |
Wake, wake, wake her | |
From this sea of white linens and | |
Extract the drugs from her dreams | |
And sew her seams with delicateness, ' | |
Cause beneath her chest sits the heart that | |
I live for, | |
You' d kill for, | |
The angels would die for. | |
And with a subtle wink and a flutter of wings, | |
They whispered, | |
They whispered... | |
I' ll hold your tears as a ransom | |
Within the palm of my hand | |
And tell you once again | |
Don' t tell me that you' re scared | |
Alert the sawbones, | |
Tell them that she' s not scared. | |
She' s got an army of saints armed with her prayers. | |
Wake the angels | |
Tell them that she' s not scared | |
She won' t be taking the next flight out of here. | |
This is only a test, she said, | |
Broadcasting from hospital beds. | |
With a relic in her right hand, | |
She rushes to the front line, | |
Stricken by the wounds across her chest | |
The angels swear she' s blessed with this medical test | |
That unlocks the gates to the place that we live for | |
We die for, | |
I know that she' s bound for. | |
And with a subtle wink and a mother' s instinct. | |
She whispered, | |
She whispered... | |
The angels dressed for the wake | |
But she sent them home. | |
With a handful of bullet shells. |
zuò qǔ : Envy On The Coast, Hunter | |
I' ll hold your tears as a ransom | |
Within the palm of my hand, | |
And tell you once again, | |
Don' t tell me that you' re scared... | |
Wake, wake, wake her | |
From this sea of white linens and | |
Extract the drugs from her dreams | |
And sew her seams with delicateness, ' | |
Cause beneath her chest sits the heart that | |
I live for, | |
You' d kill for, | |
The angels would die for. | |
And with a subtle wink and a flutter of wings, | |
They whispered, | |
They whispered... | |
I' ll hold your tears as a ransom | |
Within the palm of my hand | |
And tell you once again | |
Don' t tell me that you' re scared | |
Alert the sawbones, | |
Tell them that she' s not scared. | |
She' s got an army of saints armed with her prayers. | |
Wake the angels | |
Tell them that she' s not scared | |
She won' t be taking the next flight out of here. | |
This is only a test, she said, | |
Broadcasting from hospital beds. | |
With a relic in her right hand, | |
She rushes to the front line, | |
Stricken by the wounds across her chest | |
The angels swear she' s blessed with this medical test | |
That unlocks the gates to the place that we live for | |
We die for, | |
I know that she' s bound for. | |
And with a subtle wink and a mother' s instinct. | |
She whispered, | |
She whispered... | |
The angels dressed for the wake | |
But she sent them home. | |
With a handful of bullet shells. |