歌曲 | Comatose |
歌手 | Enchant |
专辑 | Tug Of War |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
A face with no emotion | |
Lost in the television's glow | |
He's slipping into darkness | |
Not far from comatose | |
With a bottle in his left hand | |
A cigarette in his right | |
He's drowning out the echo | |
Of voices in the night | |
Through the conversation | |
The old me drifts away | |
Hiding from the moment | |
I long for yesterday | |
I hear your voice so distant | |
Calling out my name | |
If only I could answer | |
If we were still the same… | |
Oh, but we've changed | |
So what am | |
I supposed to do | |
And what am | |
I to say? | |
I feel a bit more paralyzed | |
With every word you say | |
And what about the change you want | |
How can I succumb? | |
When everything you want to do | |
Leaves me awfully numb | |
Awfully numb | |
Stay for a moment | |
Stay for while | |
Join in on this masquerade | |
Filled with regret and denial | |
We are kindred spirits, | |
Though parallel lines | |
Running off in different directions | |
Never to entwine | |
No way to rewind | |
We can't turn back time | |
So we avoid the subject | |
Our communication strained | |
Sheltered in the small talk | |
We wait for the other to change | |
But the song remains the same… | |
So what am | |
I supposed to do | |
And what am | |
I to say? | |
I feel a bit more paralyzed | |
With every word you say | |
And what about the change you want | |
How can I succumb | |
When everything you want to do | |
Leaves me awfully numb | |
Awfully numb | |
A face with no emotion | |
Lost in the television's glow | |
He's slipping into darkness | |
Not far from comatose |
A face with no emotion | |
Lost in the television' s glow | |
He' s slipping into darkness | |
Not far from comatose | |
With a bottle in his left hand | |
A cigarette in his right | |
He' s drowning out the echo | |
Of voices in the night | |
Through the conversation | |
The old me drifts away | |
Hiding from the moment | |
I long for yesterday | |
I hear your voice so distant | |
Calling out my name | |
If only I could answer | |
If we were still the same | |
Oh, but we' ve changed | |
So what am | |
I supposed to do | |
And what am | |
I to say? | |
I feel a bit more paralyzed | |
With every word you say | |
And what about the change you want | |
How can I succumb? | |
When everything you want to do | |
Leaves me awfully numb | |
Awfully numb | |
Stay for a moment | |
Stay for while | |
Join in on this masquerade | |
Filled with regret and denial | |
We are kindred spirits, | |
Though parallel lines | |
Running off in different directions | |
Never to entwine | |
No way to rewind | |
We can' t turn back time | |
So we avoid the subject | |
Our communication strained | |
Sheltered in the small talk | |
We wait for the other to change | |
But the song remains the same | |
So what am | |
I supposed to do | |
And what am | |
I to say? | |
I feel a bit more paralyzed | |
With every word you say | |
And what about the change you want | |
How can I succumb | |
When everything you want to do | |
Leaves me awfully numb | |
Awfully numb | |
A face with no emotion | |
Lost in the television' s glow | |
He' s slipping into darkness | |
Not far from comatose |
A face with no emotion | |
Lost in the television' s glow | |
He' s slipping into darkness | |
Not far from comatose | |
With a bottle in his left hand | |
A cigarette in his right | |
He' s drowning out the echo | |
Of voices in the night | |
Through the conversation | |
The old me drifts away | |
Hiding from the moment | |
I long for yesterday | |
I hear your voice so distant | |
Calling out my name | |
If only I could answer | |
If we were still the same | |
Oh, but we' ve changed | |
So what am | |
I supposed to do | |
And what am | |
I to say? | |
I feel a bit more paralyzed | |
With every word you say | |
And what about the change you want | |
How can I succumb? | |
When everything you want to do | |
Leaves me awfully numb | |
Awfully numb | |
Stay for a moment | |
Stay for while | |
Join in on this masquerade | |
Filled with regret and denial | |
We are kindred spirits, | |
Though parallel lines | |
Running off in different directions | |
Never to entwine | |
No way to rewind | |
We can' t turn back time | |
So we avoid the subject | |
Our communication strained | |
Sheltered in the small talk | |
We wait for the other to change | |
But the song remains the same | |
So what am | |
I supposed to do | |
And what am | |
I to say? | |
I feel a bit more paralyzed | |
With every word you say | |
And what about the change you want | |
How can I succumb | |
When everything you want to do | |
Leaves me awfully numb | |
Awfully numb | |
A face with no emotion | |
Lost in the television' s glow | |
He' s slipping into darkness | |
Not far from comatose |