歌曲 | Mirrors |
歌手 | Envy on the Coast |
专辑 | Lucy Gray |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Dear Miss | |
White Put down this night | |
Wouldn't believe how much it snows | |
In the summer heat | |
With red iron feet | |
You'll be nursing a bloody nose | |
Princess, rest. | |
We'll talk in our sleep | |
But I wouldn't dare to sit too close | |
I can't be your | |
Prince Though your secrets are safe | |
I am the mirror that can't let go | |
With hair as black as night | |
Her skin, a dead, pearly white | |
And the red on the bathroom wall | |
With every breath | |
And every intake | |
Tip-toe further away | |
Further away from his mistakes | |
I'm no savior; | |
I'm no saint, saint | |
It's not what you needed anyway | |
All the cold that you've caught | |
The bones that you brought | |
The blood that you've lost | |
You built your body in the coffin where you sleep | |
Let this apartment breathe ' | |
Cause its what it needs | |
I'm suffocating the clock to keep you | |
I think like a saint | |
But swing like a thief | |
And inadvertently leading you | |
To believe | |
I'm your prince | |
And go in your bedroom with hits | |
Take the red from your eyes | |
And ink it into your skin | |
Now watch what you say ’cause there's nothing gray | |
About the color of your skin | |
With hair as black as night | |
Her skin, a dead, pearly white | |
And the red on the bathroom wall | |
With every breath | |
And every intake | |
Tip-toe further away | |
Further away from his mistakes | |
I'm no savior; | |
I'm no saint, saint | |
It's not what you needed anyway | |
All the cold that you've caught | |
The bones that you brought | |
The blood that you've lost | |
You built your body in the coffin where you sleep (A fix, just a little bit. Give the girl enough to sleep through this. So, stop staring at the mirror give the girl enough to sleep though Stop staring at the mirror Before it tells you the truth Operate, operate, operate, or it’ll kill you too.) | |
With every breath | |
And every intake | |
Tip-toe further away | |
You're bleeding, your bloodshot | |
Tired mistake | |
I'm no savior; | |
I'm no saint, saint | |
You need to see the pieces you've thrown away | |
All the cold that you've caught | |
The bones that you brought | |
The blood that you've lost | |
Keep your body | |
Get hell away from me. |
Dear Miss | |
White Put down this night | |
Wouldn' t believe how much it snows | |
In the summer heat | |
With red iron feet | |
You' ll be nursing a bloody nose | |
Princess, rest. | |
We' ll talk in our sleep | |
But I wouldn' t dare to sit too close | |
I can' t be your | |
Prince Though your secrets are safe | |
I am the mirror that can' t let go | |
With hair as black as night | |
Her skin, a dead, pearly white | |
And the red on the bathroom wall | |
With every breath | |
And every intake | |
Tiptoe further away | |
Further away from his mistakes | |
I' m no savior | |
I' m no saint, saint | |
It' s not what you needed anyway | |
All the cold that you' ve caught | |
The bones that you brought | |
The blood that you' ve lost | |
You built your body in the coffin where you sleep | |
Let this apartment breathe ' | |
Cause its what it needs | |
I' m suffocating the clock to keep you | |
I think like a saint | |
But swing like a thief | |
And inadvertently leading you | |
To believe | |
I' m your prince | |
And go in your bedroom with hits | |
Take the red from your eyes | |
And ink it into your skin | |
Now watch what you say ' cause there' s nothing gray | |
About the color of your skin | |
With hair as black as night | |
Her skin, a dead, pearly white | |
And the red on the bathroom wall | |
With every breath | |
And every intake | |
Tiptoe further away | |
Further away from his mistakes | |
I' m no savior | |
I' m no saint, saint | |
It' s not what you needed anyway | |
All the cold that you' ve caught | |
The bones that you brought | |
The blood that you' ve lost | |
You built your body in the coffin where you sleep A fix, just a little bit. Give the girl enough to sleep through this. So, stop staring at the mirror give the girl enough to sleep though Stop staring at the mirror Before it tells you the truth Operate, operate, operate, or it' ll kill you too. | |
With every breath | |
And every intake | |
Tiptoe further away | |
You' re bleeding, your bloodshot | |
Tired mistake | |
I' m no savior | |
I' m no saint, saint | |
You need to see the pieces you' ve thrown away | |
All the cold that you' ve caught | |
The bones that you brought | |
The blood that you' ve lost | |
Keep your body | |
Get hell away from me. |
Dear Miss | |
White Put down this night | |
Wouldn' t believe how much it snows | |
In the summer heat | |
With red iron feet | |
You' ll be nursing a bloody nose | |
Princess, rest. | |
We' ll talk in our sleep | |
But I wouldn' t dare to sit too close | |
I can' t be your | |
Prince Though your secrets are safe | |
I am the mirror that can' t let go | |
With hair as black as night | |
Her skin, a dead, pearly white | |
And the red on the bathroom wall | |
With every breath | |
And every intake | |
Tiptoe further away | |
Further away from his mistakes | |
I' m no savior | |
I' m no saint, saint | |
It' s not what you needed anyway | |
All the cold that you' ve caught | |
The bones that you brought | |
The blood that you' ve lost | |
You built your body in the coffin where you sleep | |
Let this apartment breathe ' | |
Cause its what it needs | |
I' m suffocating the clock to keep you | |
I think like a saint | |
But swing like a thief | |
And inadvertently leading you | |
To believe | |
I' m your prince | |
And go in your bedroom with hits | |
Take the red from your eyes | |
And ink it into your skin | |
Now watch what you say ' cause there' s nothing gray | |
About the color of your skin | |
With hair as black as night | |
Her skin, a dead, pearly white | |
And the red on the bathroom wall | |
With every breath | |
And every intake | |
Tiptoe further away | |
Further away from his mistakes | |
I' m no savior | |
I' m no saint, saint | |
It' s not what you needed anyway | |
All the cold that you' ve caught | |
The bones that you brought | |
The blood that you' ve lost | |
You built your body in the coffin where you sleep A fix, just a little bit. Give the girl enough to sleep through this. So, stop staring at the mirror give the girl enough to sleep though Stop staring at the mirror Before it tells you the truth Operate, operate, operate, or it' ll kill you too. | |
With every breath | |
And every intake | |
Tiptoe further away | |
You' re bleeding, your bloodshot | |
Tired mistake | |
I' m no savior | |
I' m no saint, saint | |
You need to see the pieces you' ve thrown away | |
All the cold that you' ve caught | |
The bones that you brought | |
The blood that you' ve lost | |
Keep your body | |
Get hell away from me. |