歌曲 | What We Fall for When We're Already Down |
歌手 | The Good Life |
专辑 | Novena on a Nocturn |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Good Life | |
i'll try to describe the way that it felt to | |
tell my own mother her son is a failure. | |
his heart is too cold to love anyone but himself. | |
it's like stabbing an icicle straight through your chest. | |
your whole body shivers as it coarses your blood. | |
and your quivering throat keeps | |
choking on those words, | |
mama i tried a thousand times | |
i'm frozen to the core. | |
your son is a glorious mess, | |
who wrecks anything he adores. | |
but deep in his center he swears | |
there's a candle just waiting to burn. and melt. | |
so who's gonna burn him | |
yeah who's gonna break him | |
into a thousand pieces | |
melting over flames of perfection. | |
i once felt its warmth, | |
but it left me shivering in the dark. | |
mama i tired a thousand times | |
the pieces wouldn't fit. | |
son, love is a punch in the eye. | |
it's a sudden and swift surprise. i | |
t's not a candle, its not waiting to burn. | |
so baby, just wait your turn. | |
and when it hits you, | |
you'll see through rose colored apathy; | |
through the blues that bruise can leave. | |
was it really worth the wait? |
zuo qu : Good Life | |
i' ll try to describe the way that it felt to | |
tell my own mother her son is a failure. | |
his heart is too cold to love anyone but himself. | |
it' s like stabbing an icicle straight through your chest. | |
your whole body shivers as it coarses your blood. | |
and your quivering throat keeps | |
choking on those words, | |
mama i tried a thousand times | |
i' m frozen to the core. | |
your son is a glorious mess, | |
who wrecks anything he adores. | |
but deep in his center he swears | |
there' s a candle just waiting to burn. and melt. | |
so who' s gonna burn him | |
yeah who' s gonna break him | |
into a thousand pieces | |
melting over flames of perfection. | |
i once felt its warmth, | |
but it left me shivering in the dark. | |
mama i tired a thousand times | |
the pieces wouldn' t fit. | |
son, love is a punch in the eye. | |
it' s a sudden and swift surprise. i | |
t' s not a candle, its not waiting to burn. | |
so baby, just wait your turn. | |
and when it hits you, | |
you' ll see through rose colored apathy | |
through the blues that bruise can leave. | |
was it really worth the wait? |
zuò qǔ : Good Life | |
i' ll try to describe the way that it felt to | |
tell my own mother her son is a failure. | |
his heart is too cold to love anyone but himself. | |
it' s like stabbing an icicle straight through your chest. | |
your whole body shivers as it coarses your blood. | |
and your quivering throat keeps | |
choking on those words, | |
mama i tried a thousand times | |
i' m frozen to the core. | |
your son is a glorious mess, | |
who wrecks anything he adores. | |
but deep in his center he swears | |
there' s a candle just waiting to burn. and melt. | |
so who' s gonna burn him | |
yeah who' s gonna break him | |
into a thousand pieces | |
melting over flames of perfection. | |
i once felt its warmth, | |
but it left me shivering in the dark. | |
mama i tired a thousand times | |
the pieces wouldn' t fit. | |
son, love is a punch in the eye. | |
it' s a sudden and swift surprise. i | |
t' s not a candle, its not waiting to burn. | |
so baby, just wait your turn. | |
and when it hits you, | |
you' ll see through rose colored apathy | |
through the blues that bruise can leave. | |
was it really worth the wait? |