歌曲 | Until the Time It's Over |
歌手 | A Whisper in the Noise |
专辑 | As the Bluebird Sings |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Thordson | |
everybody's happy | |
once in a while this seems for real | |
until the time it's over | |
forget, taking those pills | |
they won't change, | |
the nature of our nature | |
life's a bitch | |
and he won't have you telling her | |
where she will take you | |
times a line they draw* to hold us | |
to the thought the grave will hold us | |
makeshift, memories fill our minds with worms, | |
that eat the wide eye lenses | |
beauty, it needs to be ill | |
in order to feel the pain that rests beside it | |
life's a bitch | |
and she won't have you telling him | |
where she will take you | |
times a line they draw* to hold us | |
to the thought the grave will hold us | |
*it says "that's drawn" in the print but "they draw" in the song I believe |
zuo qu : Thordson | |
everybody' s happy | |
once in a while this seems for real | |
until the time it' s over | |
forget, taking those pills | |
they won' t change, | |
the nature of our nature | |
life' s a bitch | |
and he won' t have you telling her | |
where she will take you | |
times a line they draw to hold us | |
to the thought the grave will hold us | |
makeshift, memories fill our minds with worms, | |
that eat the wide eye lenses | |
beauty, it needs to be ill | |
in order to feel the pain that rests beside it | |
life' s a bitch | |
and she won' t have you telling him | |
where she will take you | |
times a line they draw to hold us | |
to the thought the grave will hold us | |
it says " that' s drawn" in the print but " they draw" in the song I believe |
zuò qǔ : Thordson | |
everybody' s happy | |
once in a while this seems for real | |
until the time it' s over | |
forget, taking those pills | |
they won' t change, | |
the nature of our nature | |
life' s a bitch | |
and he won' t have you telling her | |
where she will take you | |
times a line they draw to hold us | |
to the thought the grave will hold us | |
makeshift, memories fill our minds with worms, | |
that eat the wide eye lenses | |
beauty, it needs to be ill | |
in order to feel the pain that rests beside it | |
life' s a bitch | |
and she won' t have you telling him | |
where she will take you | |
times a line they draw to hold us | |
to the thought the grave will hold us | |
it says " that' s drawn" in the print but " they draw" in the song I believe |