歌曲 | Inside Our Skin |
歌手 | Emery |
专辑 | In Shallow Seas We Sail |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
This is what comes of the best intentions we have | |
They get lost with the rest and soon forgotten | |
And the money we spend is to make amends | |
For the time that we've never given | |
We all feel real inside our skin | |
With selfish hearts that hide our sin | |
But everyone that runs a race can't win | |
We all feel real inside our skin | |
If God is good, then what are we? | |
There is no plant without a seed | |
When morning comes, will we believe? | |
All that was lost can be retrieved | |
You say you're good, then let me see | |
A faith is dead without the deed | |
How can we fail, if we believe? | |
Let's be who we were meant to be | |
We all feel real inside our skin | |
With selfish hearts that hide our sin | |
But no one really knows our deepest secrets | |
We will separate ourselves | |
From everyone that we know | |
We can't allow a single doubt | |
Or weakness to show | |
Just one more day without the shame | |
And I can move on | |
I'll be happier, happier when I've... | |
(We say, we're so misunderstood | |
But I know we don't do the things we should | |
So long to what I thought I was) | |
I'll be happier, happier when I've given up | |
Wisdom light my way into the dark | |
Your words, the melody that carries me | |
We can't make a change ‘til we know who we are | |
What burns? The fire refining me |
This is what comes of the best intentions we have | |
They get lost with the rest and soon forgotten | |
And the money we spend is to make amends | |
For the time that we' ve never given | |
We all feel real inside our skin | |
With selfish hearts that hide our sin | |
But everyone that runs a race can' t win | |
We all feel real inside our skin | |
If God is good, then what are we? | |
There is no plant without a seed | |
When morning comes, will we believe? | |
All that was lost can be retrieved | |
You say you' re good, then let me see | |
A faith is dead without the deed | |
How can we fail, if we believe? | |
Let' s be who we were meant to be | |
We all feel real inside our skin | |
With selfish hearts that hide our sin | |
But no one really knows our deepest secrets | |
We will separate ourselves | |
From everyone that we know | |
We can' t allow a single doubt | |
Or weakness to show | |
Just one more day without the shame | |
And I can move on | |
I' ll be happier, happier when I' ve... | |
We say, we' re so misunderstood | |
But I know we don' t do the things we should | |
So long to what I thought I was | |
I' ll be happier, happier when I' ve given up | |
Wisdom light my way into the dark | |
Your words, the melody that carries me | |
We can' t make a change ' til we know who we are | |
What burns? The fire refining me |
This is what comes of the best intentions we have | |
They get lost with the rest and soon forgotten | |
And the money we spend is to make amends | |
For the time that we' ve never given | |
We all feel real inside our skin | |
With selfish hearts that hide our sin | |
But everyone that runs a race can' t win | |
We all feel real inside our skin | |
If God is good, then what are we? | |
There is no plant without a seed | |
When morning comes, will we believe? | |
All that was lost can be retrieved | |
You say you' re good, then let me see | |
A faith is dead without the deed | |
How can we fail, if we believe? | |
Let' s be who we were meant to be | |
We all feel real inside our skin | |
With selfish hearts that hide our sin | |
But no one really knows our deepest secrets | |
We will separate ourselves | |
From everyone that we know | |
We can' t allow a single doubt | |
Or weakness to show | |
Just one more day without the shame | |
And I can move on | |
I' ll be happier, happier when I' ve... | |
We say, we' re so misunderstood | |
But I know we don' t do the things we should | |
So long to what I thought I was | |
I' ll be happier, happier when I' ve given up | |
Wisdom light my way into the dark | |
Your words, the melody that carries me | |
We can' t make a change ' til we know who we are | |
What burns? The fire refining me |