歌曲 | My Mamma Said It's True |
歌手 | Carrie Newcomer |
专辑 | An Angel At My Shoulder |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Newcomer | |
Sometimes I just give up trying | |
It seems like a lifetime | |
That I've been fighting | |
It was hard enough | |
Just getting out of bed today | |
I'd call someone but what on earth | |
Would I even say | |
Here in this airless space | |
No one to plead your pitiful case | |
Some call this thing the soul of sadness | |
Self-indulgence or a brilliant madness | |
All I know is I dying for air | |
Swimming just below the waves | |
I can see the sky | |
Looking darkly through the haze | |
The moon is drifting by | |
Then someone cuts the anchor | |
And slowly up I rise | |
An unwelcome guest in your home | |
That comes to stay and never wants goes | |
Not some much shadow but visitation | |
A haunting foreign movie with no translation | |
There's buzzing white noise in my head | |
Then sometimes so silent I'm almost dead | |
One true thing I hold to dear and fast | |
Is a voice that whispers | |
"Darlin' this too will pass” | |
Even when I'm dying for air | |
Swimming just below the waves | |
I can see the sky | |
Looking darkly through the haze | |
The moon is drifting by | |
Then someone cuts the anchor | |
And slowly up I rise | |
This is just a picture not complaint | |
Making full sentences | |
Has never been my strength | |
Some call this thing the soul of sadness | |
Self-indulgence or a brilliant madness | |
All I know is I'm dying for air | |
All I know is I'm dying for air |
zuo ci : Newcomer | |
Sometimes I just give up trying | |
It seems like a lifetime | |
That I' ve been fighting | |
It was hard enough | |
Just getting out of bed today | |
I' d call someone but what on earth | |
Would I even say | |
Here in this airless space | |
No one to plead your pitiful case | |
Some call this thing the soul of sadness | |
Selfindulgence or a brilliant madness | |
All I know is I dying for air | |
Swimming just below the waves | |
I can see the sky | |
Looking darkly through the haze | |
The moon is drifting by | |
Then someone cuts the anchor | |
And slowly up I rise | |
An unwelcome guest in your home | |
That comes to stay and never wants goes | |
Not some much shadow but visitation | |
A haunting foreign movie with no translation | |
There' s buzzing white noise in my head | |
Then sometimes so silent I' m almost dead | |
One true thing I hold to dear and fast | |
Is a voice that whispers | |
" Darlin' this too will pass" | |
Even when I' m dying for air | |
Swimming just below the waves | |
I can see the sky | |
Looking darkly through the haze | |
The moon is drifting by | |
Then someone cuts the anchor | |
And slowly up I rise | |
This is just a picture not complaint | |
Making full sentences | |
Has never been my strength | |
Some call this thing the soul of sadness | |
Selfindulgence or a brilliant madness | |
All I know is I' m dying for air | |
All I know is I' m dying for air |
zuò cí : Newcomer | |
Sometimes I just give up trying | |
It seems like a lifetime | |
That I' ve been fighting | |
It was hard enough | |
Just getting out of bed today | |
I' d call someone but what on earth | |
Would I even say | |
Here in this airless space | |
No one to plead your pitiful case | |
Some call this thing the soul of sadness | |
Selfindulgence or a brilliant madness | |
All I know is I dying for air | |
Swimming just below the waves | |
I can see the sky | |
Looking darkly through the haze | |
The moon is drifting by | |
Then someone cuts the anchor | |
And slowly up I rise | |
An unwelcome guest in your home | |
That comes to stay and never wants goes | |
Not some much shadow but visitation | |
A haunting foreign movie with no translation | |
There' s buzzing white noise in my head | |
Then sometimes so silent I' m almost dead | |
One true thing I hold to dear and fast | |
Is a voice that whispers | |
" Darlin' this too will pass" | |
Even when I' m dying for air | |
Swimming just below the waves | |
I can see the sky | |
Looking darkly through the haze | |
The moon is drifting by | |
Then someone cuts the anchor | |
And slowly up I rise | |
This is just a picture not complaint | |
Making full sentences | |
Has never been my strength | |
Some call this thing the soul of sadness | |
Selfindulgence or a brilliant madness | |
All I know is I' m dying for air | |
All I know is I' m dying for air |