Pomona for Empusa 歌词
| 歌曲 | Pomona for Empusa |
| 歌手 | Park |
| 专辑 | It Won't Snow Where You're Going |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Mitchell | |
| Are we still connected or was it just a plot, to get yourself off, and hope that | |
| I'm not listening when it happens. (she said) | |
| I can't begin to say how sorry | |
| I am, I never meant for this to happen. the | |
| Sun goes down, the knives come out.. | |
| I'm on the island you left me on, such a sickening strip of sand; no lifeboats, no getting off. | |
| We give up, we give in, we take what we can; we're trapped deep without a second chance. we give up, we give in, withought blinking; | |
| Jesus Christ, what was | |
| I thinking? oh these lungs desperatley filled by someone starving and sad, because you know your lover, won't be back. all these words , useless and absurd | |
| Such a sight of this, makes the harbor and the water sick. | |
| Shall I stay rejected or end up drunk and soft | |
| Like a bitter old man sunk in his veins | |
| Trying not to get caught. (he says) | |
| I know you didn't miss the sound that | |
| I made; it's simple,and sad, and easy to fake. the liquids down, the knives come out. | |
| I'm on the island you left me on, such a sickening strip of sand; no lifeboats, no getting off. | |
| We give up, we give in, we take what we can; we're trapped deep without a second chance. | |
| We give up, we give in, withought thinking; | |
| I'll be there the night you go down. oh these lungs desperatley filled by someone starving and sad, because you know your lover, won't be back. all these words , useless and absurd | |
| Such a sight of this, makes the harbor and the water sick. | |
| I understand your reasons, for this awkward dance. | |
| I'd leave me, too, if | |
| I thought | |
| I had the slightest chance. | |
| I cry aloud to these sheets they grip back tight. i fall asleep to the sound of my own life. | |
| If I drink this bottle fast enough, | |
| I might get lucky and won't wake up. [x2] |
| zuo qu : Mitchell | |
| Are we still connected or was it just a plot, to get yourself off, and hope that | |
| I' m not listening when it happens. she said | |
| I can' t begin to say how sorry | |
| I am, I never meant for this to happen. the | |
| Sun goes down, the knives come out.. | |
| I' m on the island you left me on, such a sickening strip of sand no lifeboats, no getting off. | |
| We give up, we give in, we take what we can we' re trapped deep without a second chance. we give up, we give in, withought blinking | |
| Jesus Christ, what was | |
| I thinking? oh these lungs desperatley filled by someone starving and sad, because you know your lover, won' t be back. all these words , useless and absurd | |
| Such a sight of this, makes the harbor and the water sick. | |
| Shall I stay rejected or end up drunk and soft | |
| Like a bitter old man sunk in his veins | |
| Trying not to get caught. he says | |
| I know you didn' t miss the sound that | |
| I made it' s simple, and sad, and easy to fake. the liquids down, the knives come out. | |
| I' m on the island you left me on, such a sickening strip of sand no lifeboats, no getting off. | |
| We give up, we give in, we take what we can we' re trapped deep without a second chance. | |
| We give up, we give in, withought thinking | |
| I' ll be there the night you go down. oh these lungs desperatley filled by someone starving and sad, because you know your lover, won' t be back. all these words , useless and absurd | |
| Such a sight of this, makes the harbor and the water sick. | |
| I understand your reasons, for this awkward dance. | |
| I' d leave me, too, if | |
| I thought | |
| I had the slightest chance. | |
| I cry aloud to these sheets they grip back tight. i fall asleep to the sound of my own life. | |
| If I drink this bottle fast enough, | |
| I might get lucky and won' t wake up. x2 |
| zuò qǔ : Mitchell | |
| Are we still connected or was it just a plot, to get yourself off, and hope that | |
| I' m not listening when it happens. she said | |
| I can' t begin to say how sorry | |
| I am, I never meant for this to happen. the | |
| Sun goes down, the knives come out.. | |
| I' m on the island you left me on, such a sickening strip of sand no lifeboats, no getting off. | |
| We give up, we give in, we take what we can we' re trapped deep without a second chance. we give up, we give in, withought blinking | |
| Jesus Christ, what was | |
| I thinking? oh these lungs desperatley filled by someone starving and sad, because you know your lover, won' t be back. all these words , useless and absurd | |
| Such a sight of this, makes the harbor and the water sick. | |
| Shall I stay rejected or end up drunk and soft | |
| Like a bitter old man sunk in his veins | |
| Trying not to get caught. he says | |
| I know you didn' t miss the sound that | |
| I made it' s simple, and sad, and easy to fake. the liquids down, the knives come out. | |
| I' m on the island you left me on, such a sickening strip of sand no lifeboats, no getting off. | |
| We give up, we give in, we take what we can we' re trapped deep without a second chance. | |
| We give up, we give in, withought thinking | |
| I' ll be there the night you go down. oh these lungs desperatley filled by someone starving and sad, because you know your lover, won' t be back. all these words , useless and absurd | |
| Such a sight of this, makes the harbor and the water sick. | |
| I understand your reasons, for this awkward dance. | |
| I' d leave me, too, if | |
| I thought | |
| I had the slightest chance. | |
| I cry aloud to these sheets they grip back tight. i fall asleep to the sound of my own life. | |
| If I drink this bottle fast enough, | |
| I might get lucky and won' t wake up. x2 |
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