作曲 : Moor | |
Oh brother please, still the guns at your side it's only me we got through it alive | |
The more things change the more we're turning to stone a naked flame that leaves the lonesome alone | |
We're Cain now we're able a three of a kind she's more than one woman, one woman the best you could find | |
Though it feels just like her her skin and her hair, she don't hear your prayer anyway, anywhere | |
Though it looks just like her she ain't got her eyes like someone else in disguise or just a trick of the light | |
An idiot tune turning round in my head | |
I wish I were you then | |
I wish I were dead | |
All love is insane wars never get won complicated ways to cover over the sun | |
I see it behind you my hands are tied this thing it ain't broken just idling, biding it's time... | |
This living is fatal just breathing the air | |
I'm well out of welcome | |
I'll tell ya stay well out of there..... |
zuo qu : Moor | |
Oh brother please, still the guns at your side it' s only me we got through it alive | |
The more things change the more we' re turning to stone a naked flame that leaves the lonesome alone | |
We' re Cain now we' re able a three of a kind she' s more than one woman, one woman the best you could find | |
Though it feels just like her her skin and her hair, she don' t hear your prayer anyway, anywhere | |
Though it looks just like her she ain' t got her eyes like someone else in disguise or just a trick of the light | |
An idiot tune turning round in my head | |
I wish I were you then | |
I wish I were dead | |
All love is insane wars never get won complicated ways to cover over the sun | |
I see it behind you my hands are tied this thing it ain' t broken just idling, biding it' s time... | |
This living is fatal just breathing the air | |
I' m well out of welcome | |
I' ll tell ya stay well out of there..... |
zuò qǔ : Moor | |
Oh brother please, still the guns at your side it' s only me we got through it alive | |
The more things change the more we' re turning to stone a naked flame that leaves the lonesome alone | |
We' re Cain now we' re able a three of a kind she' s more than one woman, one woman the best you could find | |
Though it feels just like her her skin and her hair, she don' t hear your prayer anyway, anywhere | |
Though it looks just like her she ain' t got her eyes like someone else in disguise or just a trick of the light | |
An idiot tune turning round in my head | |
I wish I were you then | |
I wish I were dead | |
All love is insane wars never get won complicated ways to cover over the sun | |
I see it behind you my hands are tied this thing it ain' t broken just idling, biding it' s time... | |
This living is fatal just breathing the air | |
I' m well out of welcome | |
I' ll tell ya stay well out of there..... |