歌曲 | Quay |
歌手 | National Product |
专辑 | Luna |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Casler, Feurhaken, Moniz | |
Don't you walk. | |
Run. she said | |
We live in a drinking town with a big football problem | |
Cry out loud, shake it down | |
I'll be in pieces before night is done | |
I am calm, yet shattered like a broken windshield | |
She begs me to fall in love with her | |
Like it's the first time | |
But it's never the same | |
When you glue it back together | |
You still see the cracks | |
And I keep on slipping | |
So wait while | |
I break Cause | |
I know I can't take much more than this | |
Sunday's bells ring and hell's on my doorstep, tempting | |
Don't you reach out to me | |
Just to hold on to something real | |
Then she begs me to be in love | |
Like it's the first time | |
But it's never the same | |
When you glue it back together | |
You still see the cracks | |
And I keep on slipping | |
You know it's never the same | |
When you glue it back together | |
You still see the cracks | |
And I keep on slipping | |
You spit words off the tip of your tongue | |
But you forget that the ears that you trust | |
Come back with everything that you said | |
You wear make-up to cover the fake-up | |
Soft as concrete, smooth as sandpaper | |
They come back with everything that you said | |
With everything that you said | |
Everything that you said | |
With everything that you said | |
You know it's never the same | |
When you glue it back together | |
You still see the cracks | |
And I keep slipping | |
And I keep, and | |
I keep slipping | |
I keep slipping away |
zuo qu : Casler, Feurhaken, Moniz | |
Don' t you walk. | |
Run. she said | |
We live in a drinking town with a big football problem | |
Cry out loud, shake it down | |
I' ll be in pieces before night is done | |
I am calm, yet shattered like a broken windshield | |
She begs me to fall in love with her | |
Like it' s the first time | |
But it' s never the same | |
When you glue it back together | |
You still see the cracks | |
And I keep on slipping | |
So wait while | |
I break Cause | |
I know I can' t take much more than this | |
Sunday' s bells ring and hell' s on my doorstep, tempting | |
Don' t you reach out to me | |
Just to hold on to something real | |
Then she begs me to be in love | |
Like it' s the first time | |
But it' s never the same | |
When you glue it back together | |
You still see the cracks | |
And I keep on slipping | |
You know it' s never the same | |
When you glue it back together | |
You still see the cracks | |
And I keep on slipping | |
You spit words off the tip of your tongue | |
But you forget that the ears that you trust | |
Come back with everything that you said | |
You wear makeup to cover the fakeup | |
Soft as concrete, smooth as sandpaper | |
They come back with everything that you said | |
With everything that you said | |
Everything that you said | |
With everything that you said | |
You know it' s never the same | |
When you glue it back together | |
You still see the cracks | |
And I keep slipping | |
And I keep, and | |
I keep slipping | |
I keep slipping away |
zuò qǔ : Casler, Feurhaken, Moniz | |
Don' t you walk. | |
Run. she said | |
We live in a drinking town with a big football problem | |
Cry out loud, shake it down | |
I' ll be in pieces before night is done | |
I am calm, yet shattered like a broken windshield | |
She begs me to fall in love with her | |
Like it' s the first time | |
But it' s never the same | |
When you glue it back together | |
You still see the cracks | |
And I keep on slipping | |
So wait while | |
I break Cause | |
I know I can' t take much more than this | |
Sunday' s bells ring and hell' s on my doorstep, tempting | |
Don' t you reach out to me | |
Just to hold on to something real | |
Then she begs me to be in love | |
Like it' s the first time | |
But it' s never the same | |
When you glue it back together | |
You still see the cracks | |
And I keep on slipping | |
You know it' s never the same | |
When you glue it back together | |
You still see the cracks | |
And I keep on slipping | |
You spit words off the tip of your tongue | |
But you forget that the ears that you trust | |
Come back with everything that you said | |
You wear makeup to cover the fakeup | |
Soft as concrete, smooth as sandpaper | |
They come back with everything that you said | |
With everything that you said | |
Everything that you said | |
With everything that you said | |
You know it' s never the same | |
When you glue it back together | |
You still see the cracks | |
And I keep slipping | |
And I keep, and | |
I keep slipping | |
I keep slipping away |