歌曲 | Breathe the Poison In |
歌手 | XP8 |
专辑 | Drop the Mask |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Resurreccion, XP Eight | |
The sun starts filtering through layers of headache, drugs and booze | |
I know I should look less abused, but the mirror always has to tell its truth | |
New sweat on damp bed sheets, hotel noise, traffic and a need for caffeine | |
Memories kept at bay come rushing through, another day to hate and to love you | |
Another day to hate | |
And to love you | |
And so I let this dirty surf wash all over me | |
I breathe the poison in | |
And so I let this dirty surf wash all over me | |
I breathe the poison in | |
I breathe the poison in | |
And as we lie in our bed drenched in our sweat and spent | |
You show me rope marks on your arms, but I see no ties to bind my heart | |
And so I let this dirty surf wash all over me | |
I breathe the poison in | |
And so I let this dirty surf wash all over me | |
I breathe the poison in | |
I breathe the poison in |
zuo qu : Resurreccion, XP Eight | |
The sun starts filtering through layers of headache, drugs and booze | |
I know I should look less abused, but the mirror always has to tell its truth | |
New sweat on damp bed sheets, hotel noise, traffic and a need for caffeine | |
Memories kept at bay come rushing through, another day to hate and to love you | |
Another day to hate | |
And to love you | |
And so I let this dirty surf wash all over me | |
I breathe the poison in | |
And so I let this dirty surf wash all over me | |
I breathe the poison in | |
I breathe the poison in | |
And as we lie in our bed drenched in our sweat and spent | |
You show me rope marks on your arms, but I see no ties to bind my heart | |
And so I let this dirty surf wash all over me | |
I breathe the poison in | |
And so I let this dirty surf wash all over me | |
I breathe the poison in | |
I breathe the poison in |
zuò qǔ : Resurreccion, XP Eight | |
The sun starts filtering through layers of headache, drugs and booze | |
I know I should look less abused, but the mirror always has to tell its truth | |
New sweat on damp bed sheets, hotel noise, traffic and a need for caffeine | |
Memories kept at bay come rushing through, another day to hate and to love you | |
Another day to hate | |
And to love you | |
And so I let this dirty surf wash all over me | |
I breathe the poison in | |
And so I let this dirty surf wash all over me | |
I breathe the poison in | |
I breathe the poison in | |
And as we lie in our bed drenched in our sweat and spent | |
You show me rope marks on your arms, but I see no ties to bind my heart | |
And so I let this dirty surf wash all over me | |
I breathe the poison in | |
And so I let this dirty surf wash all over me | |
I breathe the poison in | |
I breathe the poison in |