歌曲 | Prevent This Tragedy |
歌手 | Alkaline Trio |
专辑 | Crimson |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Alkaline Trio | |
Here we are again with handguns for hearts | |
They had a master plan, wanted to tear us apart | |
Nothing to hold, all hope deleted | |
Our demise has been completed now | |
Nowhere left to go but down | |
The flames of hell they give me hope, | |
I drown In oceans of this tragic part of town | |
Where nothing's heard for miles but the sound | |
Of children wishing they were safely underground | |
We are the walking dead, we hold this ghost in our arms | |
We take our daily breath and thank our unlucky stars | |
Tried to get by on bread and water | |
Craving blood poured from the alter now | |
Not much left to do but drown | |
In flames of miscommunication, down | |
Then out and off in search of someone proud | |
To translate what we truly dream about | |
As we lay in this bed thinking out loud | |
I'm screaming uncle, mercy me | |
And my broken telepathy | |
For I'm left with nothing but this bloodless riverbank | |
West Memphis, please | |
I'm begging you to stop praying for me |
zuo ci : Alkaline Trio | |
Here we are again with handguns for hearts | |
They had a master plan, wanted to tear us apart | |
Nothing to hold, all hope deleted | |
Our demise has been completed now | |
Nowhere left to go but down | |
The flames of hell they give me hope, | |
I drown In oceans of this tragic part of town | |
Where nothing' s heard for miles but the sound | |
Of children wishing they were safely underground | |
We are the walking dead, we hold this ghost in our arms | |
We take our daily breath and thank our unlucky stars | |
Tried to get by on bread and water | |
Craving blood poured from the alter now | |
Not much left to do but drown | |
In flames of miscommunication, down | |
Then out and off in search of someone proud | |
To translate what we truly dream about | |
As we lay in this bed thinking out loud | |
I' m screaming uncle, mercy me | |
And my broken telepathy | |
For I' m left with nothing but this bloodless riverbank | |
West Memphis, please | |
I' m begging you to stop praying for me |
zuò cí : Alkaline Trio | |
Here we are again with handguns for hearts | |
They had a master plan, wanted to tear us apart | |
Nothing to hold, all hope deleted | |
Our demise has been completed now | |
Nowhere left to go but down | |
The flames of hell they give me hope, | |
I drown In oceans of this tragic part of town | |
Where nothing' s heard for miles but the sound | |
Of children wishing they were safely underground | |
We are the walking dead, we hold this ghost in our arms | |
We take our daily breath and thank our unlucky stars | |
Tried to get by on bread and water | |
Craving blood poured from the alter now | |
Not much left to do but drown | |
In flames of miscommunication, down | |
Then out and off in search of someone proud | |
To translate what we truly dream about | |
As we lay in this bed thinking out loud | |
I' m screaming uncle, mercy me | |
And my broken telepathy | |
For I' m left with nothing but this bloodless riverbank | |
West Memphis, please | |
I' m begging you to stop praying for me |