| 歌曲 | ...Because All Suffering Is Sweet to Me... |
| 歌手 | Envy on the Coast |
| 专辑 | Lucy Gray |
| 作曲 : Envy On The Coast, Hunter | |
| You're not supposed to know of this | |
| You're not supposed to feel a thing | |
| But I've seen how they tear you apart | |
| The alcohol, the cutlery | |
| The words that cripple and whispers that sting | |
| Little boys and girls who raised themselves with tenderness and age | |
| She stutter steps through dreams | |
| And to relatives it seems | |
| That history just hasn't happened yet | |
| You're worth more than this to me | |
| You're worth more than you can see | |
| I don't care what the book said girl | |
| You didn't die in vain | |
| I found you hanging on their words | |
| From the noose you let them tie round your neck | |
| It took thirteen years from you | |
| But you kept the rest | |
| And the aches and pains and medicine | |
| Mean nothing if you can't feel your skin | |
| Little boys and girls this seems like hell | |
| But you're worth more than you can take | |
| She stutter steps through dreams | |
| And to relatives it seems | |
| That history just hasn't happened yet | |
| You're worth more than this to me | |
| You're worth more than you can see | |
| I don't care what the book said girl | |
| You didn't die in vain | |
| I know a girl who shares her name | |
| With a gaurdian | |
| She was a saint, she was a saint | |
| She stutter steps through dreams | |
| And to relatives it seems | |
| That history just hasn't happened yet | |
| Cuz I know a girl who shares her name | |
| With a gaurdian | |
| Don't be ashamed, she was a saint |
| zuò qǔ : Envy On The Coast, Hunter | |
| You' re not supposed to know of this | |
| You' re not supposed to feel a thing | |
| But I' ve seen how they tear you apart | |
| The alcohol, the cutlery | |
| The words that cripple and whispers that sting | |
| Little boys and girls who raised themselves with tenderness and age | |
| She stutter steps through dreams | |
| And to relatives it seems | |
| That history just hasn' t happened yet | |
| You' re worth more than this to me | |
| You' re worth more than you can see | |
| I don' t care what the book said girl | |
| You didn' t die in vain | |
| I found you hanging on their words | |
| From the noose you let them tie round your neck | |
| It took thirteen years from you | |
| But you kept the rest | |
| And the aches and pains and medicine | |
| Mean nothing if you can' t feel your skin | |
| Little boys and girls this seems like hell | |
| But you' re worth more than you can take | |
| She stutter steps through dreams | |
| And to relatives it seems | |
| That history just hasn' t happened yet | |
| You' re worth more than this to me | |
| You' re worth more than you can see | |
| I don' t care what the book said girl | |
| You didn' t die in vain | |
| I know a girl who shares her name | |
| With a gaurdian | |
| She was a saint, she was a saint | |
| She stutter steps through dreams | |
| And to relatives it seems | |
| That history just hasn' t happened yet | |
| Cuz I know a girl who shares her name | |
| With a gaurdian | |
| Don' t be ashamed, she was a saint |