歌曲 | Art of Doubt |
歌手 | Metric |
专辑 | Art of Doubt |
作曲 : Jimmy Shaw/Emily Haines | |
[Verse 1] | |
Where do failed imposters go? | |
Burn the book that says you took the | |
(High road, high road) | |
Autumn, the fog rolls low | |
Over rooftops far below the | |
(High road, high road) | |
Springtime, the vespers chime | |
Blossoms fill the trees that line the | |
(High road, high road) | |
Where did all your worries go? | |
Now I guess we'll never know | |
How you hit the | |
Well, how you hit the | |
[Pre-Chorus] | |
You said "don't let your heart give out" | |
No, I won't let my heart give out | |
You said "don't let your breath run out" | |
No, I won't let my breath run out | |
[Chorus] | |
Well it's true, I push too hard I guess | |
To use whatever fuel is left | |
At its best it's all the art of doubt | |
[Verse 2] | |
Well, I really don't know how we call this peace | |
'Cause it's a goddamn shame about the wall to wall wars | |
Pleading self-defence but the story's old | |
Murder's worth it, we're told | |
There's a promise on the way, yeah | |
I don't believe what they say | |
[Pre-Chorus] | |
You said "don't let your heart give out" | |
No, I won't let my heart give out | |
You said "don't let your breath run out" | |
No, I won't let my breath run out | |
[Chorus] | |
Well, it's magical, your meaningless | |
Habitual, mundane excess | |
At its best it's all the art of doubt | |
Doubt | |
[Verse 3] | |
Now we gotta take it upon ourselves | |
Next time the kick drum starts | |
Drag your mind from the gutter babe | |
All this isolation's sinister | |
So be kind to yourself | |
There will never be another you | |
There's just nobody else that's you | |
[Pre-Chorus] | |
You said "don't let your heart give out" | |
No, I won't let my heart give out | |
You said "don't let your breath run out" | |
No, I won't let my breath run out | |
[Chorus] | |
Well, it's true, I push too hard I guess | |
To use whatever fuel is left | |
Yeah it's true, I push too hard I guess | |
To use whatever fuel is left | |
Yeah it's true, I push too hard I guess | |
To use whatever fuel is left | |
At its best it's all the art of doubt | |
At its best it's all the art of | |
zuò qǔ : Jimmy Shaw Emily Haines | |
Verse 1 | |
Where do failed imposters go? | |
Burn the book that says you took the | |
High road, high road | |
Autumn, the fog rolls low | |
Over rooftops far below the | |
High road, high road | |
Springtime, the vespers chime | |
Blossoms fill the trees that line the | |
High road, high road | |
Where did all your worries go? | |
Now I guess we' ll never know | |
How you hit the | |
Well, how you hit the | |
PreChorus | |
You said " don' t let your heart give out" | |
No, I won' t let my heart give out | |
You said " don' t let your breath run out" | |
No, I won' t let my breath run out | |
Chorus | |
Well it' s true, I push too hard I guess | |
To use whatever fuel is left | |
At its best it' s all the art of doubt | |
Verse 2 | |
Well, I really don' t know how we call this peace | |
' Cause it' s a goddamn shame about the wall to wall wars | |
Pleading selfdefence but the story' s old | |
Murder' s worth it, we' re told | |
There' s a promise on the way, yeah | |
I don' t believe what they say | |
PreChorus | |
You said " don' t let your heart give out" | |
No, I won' t let my heart give out | |
You said " don' t let your breath run out" | |
No, I won' t let my breath run out | |
Chorus | |
Well, it' s magical, your meaningless | |
Habitual, mundane excess | |
At its best it' s all the art of doubt | |
Doubt | |
Verse 3 | |
Now we gotta take it upon ourselves | |
Next time the kick drum starts | |
Drag your mind from the gutter babe | |
All this isolation' s sinister | |
So be kind to yourself | |
There will never be another you | |
There' s just nobody else that' s you | |
PreChorus | |
You said " don' t let your heart give out" | |
No, I won' t let my heart give out | |
You said " don' t let your breath run out" | |
No, I won' t let my breath run out | |
Chorus | |
Well, it' s true, I push too hard I guess | |
To use whatever fuel is left | |
Yeah it' s true, I push too hard I guess | |
To use whatever fuel is left | |
Yeah it' s true, I push too hard I guess | |
To use whatever fuel is left | |
At its best it' s all the art of doubt | |
At its best it' s all the art of | |