歌曲 | Miseryland |
歌手 | Fisher |
专辑 | True North |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fisher, Wasserman | |
I learned to fly | |
So you | |
You ran to find the gun | |
To shoot me down | |
Before | |
I got too high | |
'cause you could not stand | |
To stand alone in the long line | |
For your wild ride - it requires | |
Two lost souls per seat | |
At least five foot five | |
Chorus: | |
,and i don't wanna' go | |
For a ride | |
Down to miseryland | |
Trapped with you | |
By my side | |
Down in miseryland | |
Up in the air you wave | |
Two tickets for my | |
Utter amusement | |
You possess | |
An express pass to unhappiness | |
That makes you feel alive? | |
And i don't have a place any more | |
Down in miseryland | |
Trapped with you forever more | |
Is not what i have planned | |
So take a seat | |
By yourself | |
And wait to fall a hundred stories | |
Better hold on tight | |
Hands in--side the ride | |
And don't for get to breathe | |
-and i don't wanna' go | |
For a ride | |
Down to miseryland | |
Trapped with you | |
By my side | |
Down in misery | |
Have a place any more | |
Down in misery | |
Down in miseryland | |
I learned to fly | |
But you are still shooting the sky | |
Still shooting |
zuo qu : Fisher, Wasserman | |
I learned to fly | |
So you | |
You ran to find the gun | |
To shoot me down | |
Before | |
I got too high | |
' cause you could not stand | |
To stand alone in the long line | |
For your wild ride it requires | |
Two lost souls per seat | |
At least five foot five | |
Chorus: | |
, and i don' t wanna' go | |
For a ride | |
Down to miseryland | |
Trapped with you | |
By my side | |
Down in miseryland | |
Up in the air you wave | |
Two tickets for my | |
Utter amusement | |
You possess | |
An express pass to unhappiness | |
That makes you feel alive? | |
And i don' t have a place any more | |
Down in miseryland | |
Trapped with you forever more | |
Is not what i have planned | |
So take a seat | |
By yourself | |
And wait to fall a hundred stories | |
Better hold on tight | |
Hands inside the ride | |
And don' t for get to breathe | |
and i don' t wanna' go | |
For a ride | |
Down to miseryland | |
Trapped with you | |
By my side | |
Down in misery | |
Have a place any more | |
Down in misery | |
Down in miseryland | |
I learned to fly | |
But you are still shooting the sky | |
Still shooting |
zuò qǔ : Fisher, Wasserman | |
I learned to fly | |
So you | |
You ran to find the gun | |
To shoot me down | |
Before | |
I got too high | |
' cause you could not stand | |
To stand alone in the long line | |
For your wild ride it requires | |
Two lost souls per seat | |
At least five foot five | |
Chorus: | |
, and i don' t wanna' go | |
For a ride | |
Down to miseryland | |
Trapped with you | |
By my side | |
Down in miseryland | |
Up in the air you wave | |
Two tickets for my | |
Utter amusement | |
You possess | |
An express pass to unhappiness | |
That makes you feel alive? | |
And i don' t have a place any more | |
Down in miseryland | |
Trapped with you forever more | |
Is not what i have planned | |
So take a seat | |
By yourself | |
And wait to fall a hundred stories | |
Better hold on tight | |
Hands inside the ride | |
And don' t for get to breathe | |
and i don' t wanna' go | |
For a ride | |
Down to miseryland | |
Trapped with you | |
By my side | |
Down in misery | |
Have a place any more | |
Down in misery | |
Down in miseryland | |
I learned to fly | |
But you are still shooting the sky | |
Still shooting |