歌曲 | Rebels Of Love |
歌手 | Adaline |
专辑 | Modern Romantics |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I never think about love, I only feel gusts of lust | |
My feminine nature crumbles into feminine dust | |
The white picket dream slips away and I’m free | |
To trade lifetime for moment just to get some release | |
No longer trapped by decisions or my strong imperfections | |
I’m not really that bitter only mildly enlightened | |
I’m not wanting to live my whole life as your wife | |
So I can make you your dinner, tuck your kids in at night | |
Will life be romantic when we lose our mystique | |
Once our bodies are wasted yielding to the twenty-somethings | |
A people void of tradition, experiences forgotten | |
Wisdom buried beneath the wishy-washy redundant | |
Ahhh, ahhh, they don’t want our voice to make a sound | |
Ahhh, ahhh, they politely want to grind us down | |
But we’ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them | |
We’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love | |
What’s so modern about you and your obnoxious agenda | |
You hide your skeletons so well a single stain couldn’t touch ya | |
Caught by my strength, or at least the appearance | |
I sit and mumble my words so that you barely hear them | |
Still we’re fighting the ages with an unbridled vigor | |
To be anything useless but not anything bigger | |
I’m not wanting to live my whole life in the lie | |
That who you are doesn’t matter just look good when you die | |
Will life be romantic when we lose our mystique | |
Once our bodies are wasted yielding to the twenty-somethings | |
A people void of tradition, experiences forgotten | |
Wisdom buried beneath the wishy-washy redundant | |
Ahhh, ahhh, they don’t want our voice to make a sound | |
Ahhh, ahhh, they politely want to grind us down | |
But we’ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them | |
We’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love | |
I gave it all I played the part, I laid it down, my wasted heart | |
The toxic air inside our lungs, but they don’t care our hearts die young | |
They don’t want our voice to make a sound | |
They politely want to grind us down | |
But we’ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them | |
We’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love | |
Ahhh, ahhh, they don’t want our voice to make a sound | |
Ahhh, ahhh, they politely want to grind us down | |
But we’ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them | |
We’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love |
I never think about love, I only feel gusts of lust | |
My feminine nature crumbles into feminine dust | |
The white picket dream slips away and I' m free | |
To trade lifetime for moment just to get some release | |
No longer trapped by decisions or my strong imperfections | |
I' m not really that bitter only mildly enlightened | |
I' m not wanting to live my whole life as your wife | |
So I can make you your dinner, tuck your kids in at night | |
Will life be romantic when we lose our mystique | |
Once our bodies are wasted yielding to the twentysomethings | |
A people void of tradition, experiences forgotten | |
Wisdom buried beneath the wishywashy redundant | |
Ahhh, ahhh, they don' t want our voice to make a sound | |
Ahhh, ahhh, they politely want to grind us down | |
But we' ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them | |
We' re rebels of love, we' re rebels of love, we' re rebels of love | |
What' s so modern about you and your obnoxious agenda | |
You hide your skeletons so well a single stain couldn' t touch ya | |
Caught by my strength, or at least the appearance | |
I sit and mumble my words so that you barely hear them | |
Still we' re fighting the ages with an unbridled vigor | |
To be anything useless but not anything bigger | |
I' m not wanting to live my whole life in the lie | |
That who you are doesn' t matter just look good when you die | |
Will life be romantic when we lose our mystique | |
Once our bodies are wasted yielding to the twentysomethings | |
A people void of tradition, experiences forgotten | |
Wisdom buried beneath the wishywashy redundant | |
Ahhh, ahhh, they don' t want our voice to make a sound | |
Ahhh, ahhh, they politely want to grind us down | |
But we' ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them | |
We' re rebels of love, we' re rebels of love, we' re rebels of love | |
I gave it all I played the part, I laid it down, my wasted heart | |
The toxic air inside our lungs, but they don' t care our hearts die young | |
They don' t want our voice to make a sound | |
They politely want to grind us down | |
But we' ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them | |
We' re rebels of love, we' re rebels of love | |
Ahhh, ahhh, they don' t want our voice to make a sound | |
Ahhh, ahhh, they politely want to grind us down | |
But we' ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them | |
We' re rebels of love, we' re rebels of love, we' re rebels of love |
I never think about love, I only feel gusts of lust | |
My feminine nature crumbles into feminine dust | |
The white picket dream slips away and I' m free | |
To trade lifetime for moment just to get some release | |
No longer trapped by decisions or my strong imperfections | |
I' m not really that bitter only mildly enlightened | |
I' m not wanting to live my whole life as your wife | |
So I can make you your dinner, tuck your kids in at night | |
Will life be romantic when we lose our mystique | |
Once our bodies are wasted yielding to the twentysomethings | |
A people void of tradition, experiences forgotten | |
Wisdom buried beneath the wishywashy redundant | |
Ahhh, ahhh, they don' t want our voice to make a sound | |
Ahhh, ahhh, they politely want to grind us down | |
But we' ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them | |
We' re rebels of love, we' re rebels of love, we' re rebels of love | |
What' s so modern about you and your obnoxious agenda | |
You hide your skeletons so well a single stain couldn' t touch ya | |
Caught by my strength, or at least the appearance | |
I sit and mumble my words so that you barely hear them | |
Still we' re fighting the ages with an unbridled vigor | |
To be anything useless but not anything bigger | |
I' m not wanting to live my whole life in the lie | |
That who you are doesn' t matter just look good when you die | |
Will life be romantic when we lose our mystique | |
Once our bodies are wasted yielding to the twentysomethings | |
A people void of tradition, experiences forgotten | |
Wisdom buried beneath the wishywashy redundant | |
Ahhh, ahhh, they don' t want our voice to make a sound | |
Ahhh, ahhh, they politely want to grind us down | |
But we' ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them | |
We' re rebels of love, we' re rebels of love, we' re rebels of love | |
I gave it all I played the part, I laid it down, my wasted heart | |
The toxic air inside our lungs, but they don' t care our hearts die young | |
They don' t want our voice to make a sound | |
They politely want to grind us down | |
But we' ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them | |
We' re rebels of love, we' re rebels of love | |
Ahhh, ahhh, they don' t want our voice to make a sound | |
Ahhh, ahhh, they politely want to grind us down | |
But we' ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them | |
We' re rebels of love, we' re rebels of love, we' re rebels of love |