歌曲 | Dear Sweet Impaler |
歌手 | Park |
专辑 | It Won't Snow Where You're Going |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Mitchell | |
The thin part is feeling so suffered. | |
This bedroom, a voice, and a matress. | |
It says 'Don't sleep, don't think, just drink'. | |
You'll find yourself faster when passed out cold. | |
(Where are you, tonight?) | |
This is the last time I fear your face; | |
along with my brother, | |
they won't hear me say 'Where are you, tonight?'. | |
Wrapped up in some bedroom, | |
screaming for dear sweet you. | |
The worst part is being so desperate, | |
this basement, a noose, and a casket. | |
I want to feel that warmth again, | |
assurance of you, asleep in my head.. | |
(Where are you, tonight?) | |
This is the last time I fear your face; | |
along with my brother, | |
they won't hear me say 'Where are you, tonight?'. | |
Wrapped up in some bedroom, | |
screaming for dear sweet you. | |
So why not, end it all in one shot? | |
This rope tied in a perfect knot. [x2] | |
Never ment anything, I've ever had. | |
It won't lose it's grip, and stop kissing my neck. | |
Desperation sets in, holding me close, much like you did. | |
And every line has a face, a voice that's the same. | |
My dear sweet impailer... it's all you this time. | |
It's there to remind me, how much I hate, this, life. | |
I remember you laughing and leaving, | |
slamming my door, to the sound of my screaming, | |
'Don't leave just yet, I didn't mean any of what I just said. | |
I swear by my wrists that we're better than this; | |
much more to me than words in a notebook.' | |
You sigh and say 'I'm through', | |
(You sigh and say 'I'm through') | |
and god damn you for breathing, 'I love you'. | |
I love you, I love you, I love you. | |
Dive deep into this drink, hoping to sink, or fall asleep. [x2] |
zuo qu : Mitchell | |
The thin part is feeling so suffered. | |
This bedroom, a voice, and a matress. | |
It says ' Don' t sleep, don' t think, just drink'. | |
You' ll find yourself faster when passed out cold. | |
Where are you, tonight? | |
This is the last time I fear your face | |
along with my brother, | |
they won' t hear me say ' Where are you, tonight?'. | |
Wrapped up in some bedroom, | |
screaming for dear sweet you. | |
The worst part is being so desperate, | |
this basement, a noose, and a casket. | |
I want to feel that warmth again, | |
assurance of you, asleep in my head.. | |
Where are you, tonight? | |
This is the last time I fear your face | |
along with my brother, | |
they won' t hear me say ' Where are you, tonight?'. | |
Wrapped up in some bedroom, | |
screaming for dear sweet you. | |
So why not, end it all in one shot? | |
This rope tied in a perfect knot. x2 | |
Never ment anything, I' ve ever had. | |
It won' t lose it' s grip, and stop kissing my neck. | |
Desperation sets in, holding me close, much like you did. | |
And every line has a face, a voice that' s the same. | |
My dear sweet impailer... it' s all you this time. | |
It' s there to remind me, how much I hate, this, life. | |
I remember you laughing and leaving, | |
slamming my door, to the sound of my screaming, | |
' Don' t leave just yet, I didn' t mean any of what I just said. | |
I swear by my wrists that we' re better than this | |
much more to me than words in a notebook.' | |
You sigh and say ' I' m through', | |
You sigh and say ' I' m through' | |
and god damn you for breathing, ' I love you'. | |
I love you, I love you, I love you. | |
Dive deep into this drink, hoping to sink, or fall asleep. x2 |
zuò qǔ : Mitchell | |
The thin part is feeling so suffered. | |
This bedroom, a voice, and a matress. | |
It says ' Don' t sleep, don' t think, just drink'. | |
You' ll find yourself faster when passed out cold. | |
Where are you, tonight? | |
This is the last time I fear your face | |
along with my brother, | |
they won' t hear me say ' Where are you, tonight?'. | |
Wrapped up in some bedroom, | |
screaming for dear sweet you. | |
The worst part is being so desperate, | |
this basement, a noose, and a casket. | |
I want to feel that warmth again, | |
assurance of you, asleep in my head.. | |
Where are you, tonight? | |
This is the last time I fear your face | |
along with my brother, | |
they won' t hear me say ' Where are you, tonight?'. | |
Wrapped up in some bedroom, | |
screaming for dear sweet you. | |
So why not, end it all in one shot? | |
This rope tied in a perfect knot. x2 | |
Never ment anything, I' ve ever had. | |
It won' t lose it' s grip, and stop kissing my neck. | |
Desperation sets in, holding me close, much like you did. | |
And every line has a face, a voice that' s the same. | |
My dear sweet impailer... it' s all you this time. | |
It' s there to remind me, how much I hate, this, life. | |
I remember you laughing and leaving, | |
slamming my door, to the sound of my screaming, | |
' Don' t leave just yet, I didn' t mean any of what I just said. | |
I swear by my wrists that we' re better than this | |
much more to me than words in a notebook.' | |
You sigh and say ' I' m through', | |
You sigh and say ' I' m through' | |
and god damn you for breathing, ' I love you'. | |
I love you, I love you, I love you. | |
Dive deep into this drink, hoping to sink, or fall asleep. x2 |