歌曲 | Yesterday's Headlines |
歌手 | Good Riddance |
专辑 | Remain in Memory : The Final Show |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Rankin | |
Running short on imagination | |
Still we waste it all on words | |
Spoken without the benefit of our minds | |
The candle burns, the edges framed | |
Our best intentions waste away | |
And everybody loves the things we've done and on, and on, and on | |
Life appears weightless | |
For everyone but me | |
This world grows heavier everyday | |
Deterioration | |
Growin' old before my time | |
Nobody cares, never mind | |
We all prey on a vain condition and the hoplessness of it all | |
These days there's nothing we can trust | |
The dreams we made, we've seen them fade | |
Trampled by our sad parade | |
Yet we're so pleased with what we've done, and on, and on, and I'm done | |
Life appears weightless | |
For everyone but me | |
This world grows heavier everyday | |
Deterioration | |
Growin' old before my time | |
Nobody cares | |
The mind breaks down when it dies | |
Our machine's doubled in size | |
To orchestrate the grand collapse | |
I see us all trapped in its path | |
There was a time we were unbound | |
As if we'd never hit the ground | |
But just like rain we can't keep from fallin' |
zuo qu : Rankin | |
Running short on imagination | |
Still we waste it all on words | |
Spoken without the benefit of our minds | |
The candle burns, the edges framed | |
Our best intentions waste away | |
And everybody loves the things we' ve done and on, and on, and on | |
Life appears weightless | |
For everyone but me | |
This world grows heavier everyday | |
Deterioration | |
Growin' old before my time | |
Nobody cares, never mind | |
We all prey on a vain condition and the hoplessness of it all | |
These days there' s nothing we can trust | |
The dreams we made, we' ve seen them fade | |
Trampled by our sad parade | |
Yet we' re so pleased with what we' ve done, and on, and on, and I' m done | |
Life appears weightless | |
For everyone but me | |
This world grows heavier everyday | |
Deterioration | |
Growin' old before my time | |
Nobody cares | |
The mind breaks down when it dies | |
Our machine' s doubled in size | |
To orchestrate the grand collapse | |
I see us all trapped in its path | |
There was a time we were unbound | |
As if we' d never hit the ground | |
But just like rain we can' t keep from fallin' |
zuò qǔ : Rankin | |
Running short on imagination | |
Still we waste it all on words | |
Spoken without the benefit of our minds | |
The candle burns, the edges framed | |
Our best intentions waste away | |
And everybody loves the things we' ve done and on, and on, and on | |
Life appears weightless | |
For everyone but me | |
This world grows heavier everyday | |
Deterioration | |
Growin' old before my time | |
Nobody cares, never mind | |
We all prey on a vain condition and the hoplessness of it all | |
These days there' s nothing we can trust | |
The dreams we made, we' ve seen them fade | |
Trampled by our sad parade | |
Yet we' re so pleased with what we' ve done, and on, and on, and I' m done | |
Life appears weightless | |
For everyone but me | |
This world grows heavier everyday | |
Deterioration | |
Growin' old before my time | |
Nobody cares | |
The mind breaks down when it dies | |
Our machine' s doubled in size | |
To orchestrate the grand collapse | |
I see us all trapped in its path | |
There was a time we were unbound | |
As if we' d never hit the ground | |
But just like rain we can' t keep from fallin' |