歌曲 | Dark And Mad |
歌手 | Billy Bob Thornton |
专辑 | Private Radio |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Stuart, Thorton | |
Why is this window so dirty and grey? | |
I can't see you through it any more | |
It may be the smoke, it's hard to say | |
The fact is this place has too many doors | |
I can't find a handle on any of them | |
Maybe I see one but I don't want to turn it | |
What if I did and it opened on him? | |
Ain't truth a bitch when you're having to learn it? | |
Before a heart breaks it has to bend | |
It's the last one to know when love comes to an end | |
And here I sit, crazy, lonesome and sad | |
Watching me dark and mad | |
Watching me dark and mad | |
This cigarette burns like the pain in my soul | |
When the fire gets too hot, the ash turns to coal | |
The smoke tells a story that's sad but it's true | |
It turns into a ghost that looks just like you | |
But I close my eyes and I silently scream | |
My mind comes and goes, it drifts and it dreams | |
The cold hand of death is welcome and warm | |
It's the essence of love in its darkest form | |
Before a heart breaks it has to bend | |
It's the last one to know when love comes to an end | |
And here I sit, crazy, lonesome and sad | |
Watching me dark and mad | |
Watching me dark and mad | |
Watching me dark and mad | |
Watching me dark and mad |
zuo qu : Stuart, Thorton | |
Why is this window so dirty and grey? | |
I can' t see you through it any more | |
It may be the smoke, it' s hard to say | |
The fact is this place has too many doors | |
I can' t find a handle on any of them | |
Maybe I see one but I don' t want to turn it | |
What if I did and it opened on him? | |
Ain' t truth a bitch when you' re having to learn it? | |
Before a heart breaks it has to bend | |
It' s the last one to know when love comes to an end | |
And here I sit, crazy, lonesome and sad | |
Watching me dark and mad | |
Watching me dark and mad | |
This cigarette burns like the pain in my soul | |
When the fire gets too hot, the ash turns to coal | |
The smoke tells a story that' s sad but it' s true | |
It turns into a ghost that looks just like you | |
But I close my eyes and I silently scream | |
My mind comes and goes, it drifts and it dreams | |
The cold hand of death is welcome and warm | |
It' s the essence of love in its darkest form | |
Before a heart breaks it has to bend | |
It' s the last one to know when love comes to an end | |
And here I sit, crazy, lonesome and sad | |
Watching me dark and mad | |
Watching me dark and mad | |
Watching me dark and mad | |
Watching me dark and mad |
zuò qǔ : Stuart, Thorton | |
Why is this window so dirty and grey? | |
I can' t see you through it any more | |
It may be the smoke, it' s hard to say | |
The fact is this place has too many doors | |
I can' t find a handle on any of them | |
Maybe I see one but I don' t want to turn it | |
What if I did and it opened on him? | |
Ain' t truth a bitch when you' re having to learn it? | |
Before a heart breaks it has to bend | |
It' s the last one to know when love comes to an end | |
And here I sit, crazy, lonesome and sad | |
Watching me dark and mad | |
Watching me dark and mad | |
This cigarette burns like the pain in my soul | |
When the fire gets too hot, the ash turns to coal | |
The smoke tells a story that' s sad but it' s true | |
It turns into a ghost that looks just like you | |
But I close my eyes and I silently scream | |
My mind comes and goes, it drifts and it dreams | |
The cold hand of death is welcome and warm | |
It' s the essence of love in its darkest form | |
Before a heart breaks it has to bend | |
It' s the last one to know when love comes to an end | |
And here I sit, crazy, lonesome and sad | |
Watching me dark and mad | |
Watching me dark and mad | |
Watching me dark and mad | |
Watching me dark and mad |