歌曲 | Rebel with the Ghost |
歌手 | Sons and Daughters |
专辑 | This Gift |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Sons and Daughters | |
I can hear her late at night | |
Rattling along the corridor | |
Wearing my name around my neck | |
I'd long forgotten who I was | |
So I rebel with the ghost | |
Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
Used to fall for it all | |
Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation | |
A specter of your former self | |
No reflection in the mirror, when you least expect | |
Wearing my name around my neck | |
Apparently just self-possessed | |
So I rebel with the ghost | |
Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
Holding on to the wall | |
Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation | |
I rebel with the ghost | |
Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
Used to fall for it all | |
Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation | |
I rebel with the ghost | |
Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
Holding on to the wall | |
Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation |
zuo qu : Sons and Daughters | |
I can hear her late at night | |
Rattling along the corridor | |
Wearing my name around my neck | |
I' d long forgotten who I was | |
So I rebel with the ghost | |
Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
Used to fall for it all | |
Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation | |
A specter of your former self | |
No reflection in the mirror, when you least expect | |
Wearing my name around my neck | |
Apparently just selfpossessed | |
So I rebel with the ghost | |
Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
Holding on to the wall | |
Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation | |
I rebel with the ghost | |
Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
Used to fall for it all | |
Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation | |
I rebel with the ghost | |
Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
Holding on to the wall | |
Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation |
zuò qǔ : Sons and Daughters | |
I can hear her late at night | |
Rattling along the corridor | |
Wearing my name around my neck | |
I' d long forgotten who I was | |
So I rebel with the ghost | |
Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
Used to fall for it all | |
Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation | |
A specter of your former self | |
No reflection in the mirror, when you least expect | |
Wearing my name around my neck | |
Apparently just selfpossessed | |
So I rebel with the ghost | |
Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
Holding on to the wall | |
Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation | |
I rebel with the ghost | |
Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
Used to fall for it all | |
Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation | |
I rebel with the ghost | |
Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
Holding on to the wall | |
Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation |