歌曲 | Traded for Fire - normal |
歌手 | Dolorean |
专辑 | Not Exotic |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : James | |
It wasn’t my fault | |
She led me here | |
Canadian plains | |
To disappear | |
It started one night | |
I had too much | |
Of being alone | |
Of collecting dust | |
So I went to see her | |
Like a thief in the night | |
I gave her my death | |
And stole from her life | |
And it killed me each time | |
That I saw her man | |
A friend of mine | |
If you could call me a friend | |
And on Sunday morning | |
The preacher preached on deceit | |
He spoke of a fire | |
Of unspeakable heat | |
So now I drive | |
Across frozen plains | |
Nowhere to hide | |
Just to escape | |
I traded it all | |
To match my desire | |
I traded it all | |
I traded for fire | |
I traded for fire | |
And Father forgive me | |
Because I knew | |
What I was doing | |
I set a snare | |
For myself and fell headlong | |
Into ruin | |
Don’t let me settle | |
Down in a small northern town | |
To die | |
Burn my lips | |
With coals and burn my insides |
zuo qu : James | |
It wasn' t my fault | |
She led me here | |
Canadian plains | |
To disappear | |
It started one night | |
I had too much | |
Of being alone | |
Of collecting dust | |
So I went to see her | |
Like a thief in the night | |
I gave her my death | |
And stole from her life | |
And it killed me each time | |
That I saw her man | |
A friend of mine | |
If you could call me a friend | |
And on Sunday morning | |
The preacher preached on deceit | |
He spoke of a fire | |
Of unspeakable heat | |
So now I drive | |
Across frozen plains | |
Nowhere to hide | |
Just to escape | |
I traded it all | |
To match my desire | |
I traded it all | |
I traded for fire | |
I traded for fire | |
And Father forgive me | |
Because I knew | |
What I was doing | |
I set a snare | |
For myself and fell headlong | |
Into ruin | |
Don' t let me settle | |
Down in a small northern town | |
To die | |
Burn my lips | |
With coals and burn my insides |
zuò qǔ : James | |
It wasn' t my fault | |
She led me here | |
Canadian plains | |
To disappear | |
It started one night | |
I had too much | |
Of being alone | |
Of collecting dust | |
So I went to see her | |
Like a thief in the night | |
I gave her my death | |
And stole from her life | |
And it killed me each time | |
That I saw her man | |
A friend of mine | |
If you could call me a friend | |
And on Sunday morning | |
The preacher preached on deceit | |
He spoke of a fire | |
Of unspeakable heat | |
So now I drive | |
Across frozen plains | |
Nowhere to hide | |
Just to escape | |
I traded it all | |
To match my desire | |
I traded it all | |
I traded for fire | |
I traded for fire | |
And Father forgive me | |
Because I knew | |
What I was doing | |
I set a snare | |
For myself and fell headlong | |
Into ruin | |
Don' t let me settle | |
Down in a small northern town | |
To die | |
Burn my lips | |
With coals and burn my insides |