歌曲 | Unit 402 |
歌手 | E for Explosion |
专辑 | Reinventing The Heartbeat |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Borger, Covington | |
I'm standing over the place on the floor that we called home | |
Wondering who will fill this space once we've moved along | |
Will they feel so lost... | |
Will they hold on for dear life... | |
Were we so wrong? | |
Is it youth or naivety... | |
fear or love that keeps us hanging on? | |
I'm already finding myself lost between regrets and wishes | |
Such as tattoos and movies in graveyards | |
And rooftops and serious lack of pictures | |
Soon they will sanitize | |
And sterilize | |
And wipe away all of our soul's glitches | |
Staring out the window I see way more reflection | |
Than I do city and I'm thinking I might miss this. | |
Just get me the hell out of here | |
Someone please... get me the hell out of here. | |
They'll plaster all the holes to hide all of our attempts to make this our own | |
The smell of new paint will drown the last of your perfume once we go | |
If they ever find the place where I hid our names they'll know... | |
I never cared if we were young or naive or | |
Afraid as long as you weren't letting go | |
Just get me the hell out of here | |
Someone please... get me the hell out of here |
zuo qu : Borger, Covington | |
I' m standing over the place on the floor that we called home | |
Wondering who will fill this space once we' ve moved along | |
Will they feel so lost... | |
Will they hold on for dear life... | |
Were we so wrong? | |
Is it youth or naivety... | |
fear or love that keeps us hanging on? | |
I' m already finding myself lost between regrets and wishes | |
Such as tattoos and movies in graveyards | |
And rooftops and serious lack of pictures | |
Soon they will sanitize | |
And sterilize | |
And wipe away all of our soul' s glitches | |
Staring out the window I see way more reflection | |
Than I do city and I' m thinking I might miss this. | |
Just get me the hell out of here | |
Someone please... get me the hell out of here. | |
They' ll plaster all the holes to hide all of our attempts to make this our own | |
The smell of new paint will drown the last of your perfume once we go | |
If they ever find the place where I hid our names they' ll know... | |
I never cared if we were young or naive or | |
Afraid as long as you weren' t letting go | |
Just get me the hell out of here | |
Someone please... get me the hell out of here |
zuò qǔ : Borger, Covington | |
I' m standing over the place on the floor that we called home | |
Wondering who will fill this space once we' ve moved along | |
Will they feel so lost... | |
Will they hold on for dear life... | |
Were we so wrong? | |
Is it youth or naivety... | |
fear or love that keeps us hanging on? | |
I' m already finding myself lost between regrets and wishes | |
Such as tattoos and movies in graveyards | |
And rooftops and serious lack of pictures | |
Soon they will sanitize | |
And sterilize | |
And wipe away all of our soul' s glitches | |
Staring out the window I see way more reflection | |
Than I do city and I' m thinking I might miss this. | |
Just get me the hell out of here | |
Someone please... get me the hell out of here. | |
They' ll plaster all the holes to hide all of our attempts to make this our own | |
The smell of new paint will drown the last of your perfume once we go | |
If they ever find the place where I hid our names they' ll know... | |
I never cared if we were young or naive or | |
Afraid as long as you weren' t letting go | |
Just get me the hell out of here | |
Someone please... get me the hell out of here |