歌曲 | If You Can't Leave It Be, Might As Well Make It Bleed |
歌手 | Dashboard Confessional |
专辑 | A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Carrabba | |
What you've found sure upsets you | |
Never saw it coming, did you? | |
It's easy to be surprised | |
With both your eyes sewn closed | |
Handled with great precision | |
Another thoughtless execution | |
You're the subject of this exhibition | |
A willing cadaver, a willing cadaver | |
Scalpel, sutured, made whole again | |
These cuts are leaving creases | |
Trace the scars, fit the pieces | |
Tell your story, don't need to say a word | |
Call off the cavalry | |
Can't save a wretch like me | |
Clean this with kerosene | |
If you can't leave it be might as well make it bleed | |
Scalpel, sutured, made whole again | |
Your wires are frayed, can't fire right | |
You look better when out of sight | |
You were not made to stand and fight | |
There's something better wrong with you | |
Your wires are frayed, can't fire right | |
You look better when out of sight | |
You were not made to fire right | |
There's something better wrong with you | |
Pulse is anemic, tired of the fire | |
You're bruising too easy and falling behind | |
And no one is waiting for you | |
And no one is waiting for you | |
And no one is waiting for you | |
And no one is waiting | |
And no one is waiting for you, for you, for you | |
Call off your quarantine | |
Can't save the rest from me | |
Clean this with kerosene | |
If you can't leave it be might as well make it bleed | |
Scalpel, sutured, made whole again | |
Your wires are frayed, can't fire right | |
You look better when out of sight | |
You were not made to stand and fight | |
There's something better wrong with you | |
Your wires are frayed, can't fire right | |
You look better when out of sight | |
You were not made to stand and fight | |
There's something better wrong with you |
zuo qu : Carrabba | |
What you' ve found sure upsets you | |
Never saw it coming, did you? | |
It' s easy to be surprised | |
With both your eyes sewn closed | |
Handled with great precision | |
Another thoughtless execution | |
You' re the subject of this exhibition | |
A willing cadaver, a willing cadaver | |
Scalpel, sutured, made whole again | |
These cuts are leaving creases | |
Trace the scars, fit the pieces | |
Tell your story, don' t need to say a word | |
Call off the cavalry | |
Can' t save a wretch like me | |
Clean this with kerosene | |
If you can' t leave it be might as well make it bleed | |
Scalpel, sutured, made whole again | |
Your wires are frayed, can' t fire right | |
You look better when out of sight | |
You were not made to stand and fight | |
There' s something better wrong with you | |
Your wires are frayed, can' t fire right | |
You look better when out of sight | |
You were not made to fire right | |
There' s something better wrong with you | |
Pulse is anemic, tired of the fire | |
You' re bruising too easy and falling behind | |
And no one is waiting for you | |
And no one is waiting for you | |
And no one is waiting for you | |
And no one is waiting | |
And no one is waiting for you, for you, for you | |
Call off your quarantine | |
Can' t save the rest from me | |
Clean this with kerosene | |
If you can' t leave it be might as well make it bleed | |
Scalpel, sutured, made whole again | |
Your wires are frayed, can' t fire right | |
You look better when out of sight | |
You were not made to stand and fight | |
There' s something better wrong with you | |
Your wires are frayed, can' t fire right | |
You look better when out of sight | |
You were not made to stand and fight | |
There' s something better wrong with you |
zuò qǔ : Carrabba | |
What you' ve found sure upsets you | |
Never saw it coming, did you? | |
It' s easy to be surprised | |
With both your eyes sewn closed | |
Handled with great precision | |
Another thoughtless execution | |
You' re the subject of this exhibition | |
A willing cadaver, a willing cadaver | |
Scalpel, sutured, made whole again | |
These cuts are leaving creases | |
Trace the scars, fit the pieces | |
Tell your story, don' t need to say a word | |
Call off the cavalry | |
Can' t save a wretch like me | |
Clean this with kerosene | |
If you can' t leave it be might as well make it bleed | |
Scalpel, sutured, made whole again | |
Your wires are frayed, can' t fire right | |
You look better when out of sight | |
You were not made to stand and fight | |
There' s something better wrong with you | |
Your wires are frayed, can' t fire right | |
You look better when out of sight | |
You were not made to fire right | |
There' s something better wrong with you | |
Pulse is anemic, tired of the fire | |
You' re bruising too easy and falling behind | |
And no one is waiting for you | |
And no one is waiting for you | |
And no one is waiting for you | |
And no one is waiting | |
And no one is waiting for you, for you, for you | |
Call off your quarantine | |
Can' t save the rest from me | |
Clean this with kerosene | |
If you can' t leave it be might as well make it bleed | |
Scalpel, sutured, made whole again | |
Your wires are frayed, can' t fire right | |
You look better when out of sight | |
You were not made to stand and fight | |
There' s something better wrong with you | |
Your wires are frayed, can' t fire right | |
You look better when out of sight | |
You were not made to stand and fight | |
There' s something better wrong with you |