作词 : Silkworm | |
It's getting ready to pour | |
Streetlights flicker on again | |
Once more it's time to descend | |
Into the end of another long day | |
A week 'til the fourth a month 'til this dump's dead end | |
But this heart is mine to lend not just anyone's to take away | |
Watery eyes I got all choked up | |
Paper-thin walls keep it down | |
All the bad habits that you took on | |
Are coming out more every round | |
All the cars are splashing by | |
In a hurry to get their drivers home | |
Have one of them take you along | |
The first good safe chance I get | |
Maybe Earth's core can pull on your empty head | |
And someone else can pretend | |
That your skin doesn't get in the way | |
Get your head up | |
The end is near | |
No one said this would be fun | |
One short drive | |
One long pull on the trigger of a loaded gun | |
There goes the water | |
Turn those headlights off | |
It's hot as hell and the extra wattage wears me down | |
Like a wick eaten up by the flame | |
Drains overflow | |
The gutter's slow and choked | |
It came and stole my friend and left a caricature of a joke |
zuo ci : Silkworm | |
It' s getting ready to pour | |
Streetlights flicker on again | |
Once more it' s time to descend | |
Into the end of another long day | |
A week ' til the fourth a month ' til this dump' s dead end | |
But this heart is mine to lend not just anyone' s to take away | |
Watery eyes I got all choked up | |
Paperthin walls keep it down | |
All the bad habits that you took on | |
Are coming out more every round | |
All the cars are splashing by | |
In a hurry to get their drivers home | |
Have one of them take you along | |
The first good safe chance I get | |
Maybe Earth' s core can pull on your empty head | |
And someone else can pretend | |
That your skin doesn' t get in the way | |
Get your head up | |
The end is near | |
No one said this would be fun | |
One short drive | |
One long pull on the trigger of a loaded gun | |
There goes the water | |
Turn those headlights off | |
It' s hot as hell and the extra wattage wears me down | |
Like a wick eaten up by the flame | |
Drains overflow | |
The gutter' s slow and choked | |
It came and stole my friend and left a caricature of a joke |
zuò cí : Silkworm | |
It' s getting ready to pour | |
Streetlights flicker on again | |
Once more it' s time to descend | |
Into the end of another long day | |
A week ' til the fourth a month ' til this dump' s dead end | |
But this heart is mine to lend not just anyone' s to take away | |
Watery eyes I got all choked up | |
Paperthin walls keep it down | |
All the bad habits that you took on | |
Are coming out more every round | |
All the cars are splashing by | |
In a hurry to get their drivers home | |
Have one of them take you along | |
The first good safe chance I get | |
Maybe Earth' s core can pull on your empty head | |
And someone else can pretend | |
That your skin doesn' t get in the way | |
Get your head up | |
The end is near | |
No one said this would be fun | |
One short drive | |
One long pull on the trigger of a loaded gun | |
There goes the water | |
Turn those headlights off | |
It' s hot as hell and the extra wattage wears me down | |
Like a wick eaten up by the flame | |
Drains overflow | |
The gutter' s slow and choked | |
It came and stole my friend and left a caricature of a joke |