歌曲 | Loneliness Finds Her Own Way |
歌手 | Clem Snide |
专辑 | Your Favorite Music |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Barzelay | |
Loneliness finds her own way | |
Cause her skin is so soft | |
I'm cutting my teeth on her shoulders | |
And cracking my knuckles while holding her hand | |
Loneliness finds her own way | |
When the bridges are out | |
Under construction forever | |
Changing her form she fits like my clothes | |
And trying to kiss her I bloody my nose | |
Loneliness finds her own way | |
Through parking lot cities with a coal miner's sense | |
And I know her love is not worth it | |
As the thing to try to impress | |
As the thing to try to undress | |
Loneliness finds her own way | |
For her I won't be afraid | |
I'm holding on to her picture | |
Cause her good looks have faded from all those parades | |
Cause her good looks have faded from all those parades | |
Good looks have faded from all those parades | |
Good looks have faded | |
Good looks have faded from all those parades |
zuo qu : Barzelay | |
Loneliness finds her own way | |
Cause her skin is so soft | |
I' m cutting my teeth on her shoulders | |
And cracking my knuckles while holding her hand | |
Loneliness finds her own way | |
When the bridges are out | |
Under construction forever | |
Changing her form she fits like my clothes | |
And trying to kiss her I bloody my nose | |
Loneliness finds her own way | |
Through parking lot cities with a coal miner' s sense | |
And I know her love is not worth it | |
As the thing to try to impress | |
As the thing to try to undress | |
Loneliness finds her own way | |
For her I won' t be afraid | |
I' m holding on to her picture | |
Cause her good looks have faded from all those parades | |
Cause her good looks have faded from all those parades | |
Good looks have faded from all those parades | |
Good looks have faded | |
Good looks have faded from all those parades |
zuò qǔ : Barzelay | |
Loneliness finds her own way | |
Cause her skin is so soft | |
I' m cutting my teeth on her shoulders | |
And cracking my knuckles while holding her hand | |
Loneliness finds her own way | |
When the bridges are out | |
Under construction forever | |
Changing her form she fits like my clothes | |
And trying to kiss her I bloody my nose | |
Loneliness finds her own way | |
Through parking lot cities with a coal miner' s sense | |
And I know her love is not worth it | |
As the thing to try to impress | |
As the thing to try to undress | |
Loneliness finds her own way | |
For her I won' t be afraid | |
I' m holding on to her picture | |
Cause her good looks have faded from all those parades | |
Cause her good looks have faded from all those parades | |
Good looks have faded from all those parades | |
Good looks have faded | |
Good looks have faded from all those parades |