作词 : Benante, Bush, Ian | |
I try to imagine the best place | |
I've beenCan | |
I go back again? | |
Open my eyes, what was no longer exists | |
I can't go back again | |
I like to pretend that nothing has changed | |
And never went too far | |
But it started to lose me like a four-hour movie | |
I'd already seen | |
Holding onto my memory | |
Of what this used to be | |
Holding onto my memory of you | |
Sometimes | |
I tell myself that things are okay | |
Another lie but it makes me feel better | |
Never as old as | |
I was today, | |
I'm gonna breakdown | |
In American | |
PompeiiIn | |
American Pompeii | |
Break myself just to live this way | |
Never as old as | |
I was today | |
American Pompeii | |
Look in my eyes and see how sick | |
I feelAbout what you've become | |
Filthy and twisted like you never existed | |
I know what you were | |
Your beauty forgotten under mountains of schism | |
I don't want to climb | |
Giving up my memory of what this used to be | |
Giving up my memory of you | |
Sometimes | |
I tell myself that things are okay | |
Another lie but it makes me feel better | |
Never as old as | |
I was today, | |
I'm gonna breakdown | |
In American | |
PompeiiIn | |
American Pompeii | |
Break myself just to live this way | |
Never as old as | |
I was today | |
American Pompeii | |
Try to imagine the best place | |
I've beenCan | |
I go back again? | |
Open my eyes it just no longer exists | |
I can¹t go back again | |
I¹m giving up my memory | |
Of what this used to be | |
Giving up my memory of you |
zuo ci : Benante, Bush, Ian | |
I try to imagine the best place | |
I' ve beenCan | |
I go back again? | |
Open my eyes, what was no longer exists | |
I can' t go back again | |
I like to pretend that nothing has changed | |
And never went too far | |
But it started to lose me like a fourhour movie | |
I' d already seen | |
Holding onto my memory | |
Of what this used to be | |
Holding onto my memory of you | |
Sometimes | |
I tell myself that things are okay | |
Another lie but it makes me feel better | |
Never as old as | |
I was today, | |
I' m gonna breakdown | |
In American | |
PompeiiIn | |
American Pompeii | |
Break myself just to live this way | |
Never as old as | |
I was today | |
American Pompeii | |
Look in my eyes and see how sick | |
I feelAbout what you' ve become | |
Filthy and twisted like you never existed | |
I know what you were | |
Your beauty forgotten under mountains of schism | |
I don' t want to climb | |
Giving up my memory of what this used to be | |
Giving up my memory of you | |
Sometimes | |
I tell myself that things are okay | |
Another lie but it makes me feel better | |
Never as old as | |
I was today, | |
I' m gonna breakdown | |
In American | |
PompeiiIn | |
American Pompeii | |
Break myself just to live this way | |
Never as old as | |
I was today | |
American Pompeii | |
Try to imagine the best place | |
I' ve beenCan | |
I go back again? | |
Open my eyes it just no longer exists | |
I can t go back again | |
I m giving up my memory | |
Of what this used to be | |
Giving up my memory of you |
zuò cí : Benante, Bush, Ian | |
I try to imagine the best place | |
I' ve beenCan | |
I go back again? | |
Open my eyes, what was no longer exists | |
I can' t go back again | |
I like to pretend that nothing has changed | |
And never went too far | |
But it started to lose me like a fourhour movie | |
I' d already seen | |
Holding onto my memory | |
Of what this used to be | |
Holding onto my memory of you | |
Sometimes | |
I tell myself that things are okay | |
Another lie but it makes me feel better | |
Never as old as | |
I was today, | |
I' m gonna breakdown | |
In American | |
PompeiiIn | |
American Pompeii | |
Break myself just to live this way | |
Never as old as | |
I was today | |
American Pompeii | |
Look in my eyes and see how sick | |
I feelAbout what you' ve become | |
Filthy and twisted like you never existed | |
I know what you were | |
Your beauty forgotten under mountains of schism | |
I don' t want to climb | |
Giving up my memory of what this used to be | |
Giving up my memory of you | |
Sometimes | |
I tell myself that things are okay | |
Another lie but it makes me feel better | |
Never as old as | |
I was today, | |
I' m gonna breakdown | |
In American | |
PompeiiIn | |
American Pompeii | |
Break myself just to live this way | |
Never as old as | |
I was today | |
American Pompeii | |
Try to imagine the best place | |
I' ve beenCan | |
I go back again? | |
Open my eyes it just no longer exists | |
I can t go back again | |
I m giving up my memory | |
Of what this used to be | |
Giving up my memory of you |