歌曲 | Broken Glass Syndrome |
歌手 | Halifax |
专辑 | A Writer's Reference |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I did everything you did to me to you | |
But I’m out of ammunition | |
So I’ll take these words and fire them into your chest | |
Find a new place for them to rest | |
Seize up your insides, tearing your flesh | |
Open up and let them in | |
I’ll write your name across the wall | |
With all the blood that spills from my heart | |
Break my limbs and stretch my skin | |
Until my hands can reach across the floor | |
Feel for this pile of broken glass | |
I’ll hand you the sharpest one | |
To place it right in my back | |
Yeah! You did everything to me | |
I did to you | |
This is the last song that your getting | |
Cause we’re through | |
The only thing left perfect | |
Was states we put between us cause you know | |
I'm always writing you postcards telling you how good it feels not to have you here | |
I’ll write your name across the wall | |
With all the blood that spills from my heart | |
Break my limbs and stretch my skin | |
Until my hands can reach across the floor | |
Feel for this pile of broken glass | |
I’ll hand you the sharpest one | |
To place it right in my back | |
So far so good | |
It takes a miracle | |
You’re only half as good as you seem [For someone] | |
To hear me in this world | |
Your halfway descent [x3] | |
I’ll write your name across the wall | |
With all the blood that spills from my heart | |
Break my limbs and stretch my skin | |
Until my hands can reach across the floor | |
Feel for this pile of broken glass | |
I’ll write your name across the wall | |
With all the blood that spills from my heart | |
Break my limbs and stretch my skin | |
Until my hands can reach across the floor | |
Feel for this pile of broken glass | |
I’ll hand you the sharpest one | |
To place it right in my back |
I did everything you did to me to you | |
But I' m out of ammunition | |
So I' ll take these words and fire them into your chest | |
Find a new place for them to rest | |
Seize up your insides, tearing your flesh | |
Open up and let them in | |
I' ll write your name across the wall | |
With all the blood that spills from my heart | |
Break my limbs and stretch my skin | |
Until my hands can reach across the floor | |
Feel for this pile of broken glass | |
I' ll hand you the sharpest one | |
To place it right in my back | |
Yeah! You did everything to me | |
I did to you | |
This is the last song that your getting | |
Cause we' re through | |
The only thing left perfect | |
Was states we put between us cause you know | |
I' m always writing you postcards telling you how good it feels not to have you here | |
I' ll write your name across the wall | |
With all the blood that spills from my heart | |
Break my limbs and stretch my skin | |
Until my hands can reach across the floor | |
Feel for this pile of broken glass | |
I' ll hand you the sharpest one | |
To place it right in my back | |
So far so good | |
It takes a miracle | |
You' re only half as good as you seem For someone | |
To hear me in this world | |
Your halfway descent x3 | |
I' ll write your name across the wall | |
With all the blood that spills from my heart | |
Break my limbs and stretch my skin | |
Until my hands can reach across the floor | |
Feel for this pile of broken glass | |
I' ll write your name across the wall | |
With all the blood that spills from my heart | |
Break my limbs and stretch my skin | |
Until my hands can reach across the floor | |
Feel for this pile of broken glass | |
I' ll hand you the sharpest one | |
To place it right in my back |
I did everything you did to me to you | |
But I' m out of ammunition | |
So I' ll take these words and fire them into your chest | |
Find a new place for them to rest | |
Seize up your insides, tearing your flesh | |
Open up and let them in | |
I' ll write your name across the wall | |
With all the blood that spills from my heart | |
Break my limbs and stretch my skin | |
Until my hands can reach across the floor | |
Feel for this pile of broken glass | |
I' ll hand you the sharpest one | |
To place it right in my back | |
Yeah! You did everything to me | |
I did to you | |
This is the last song that your getting | |
Cause we' re through | |
The only thing left perfect | |
Was states we put between us cause you know | |
I' m always writing you postcards telling you how good it feels not to have you here | |
I' ll write your name across the wall | |
With all the blood that spills from my heart | |
Break my limbs and stretch my skin | |
Until my hands can reach across the floor | |
Feel for this pile of broken glass | |
I' ll hand you the sharpest one | |
To place it right in my back | |
So far so good | |
It takes a miracle | |
You' re only half as good as you seem For someone | |
To hear me in this world | |
Your halfway descent x3 | |
I' ll write your name across the wall | |
With all the blood that spills from my heart | |
Break my limbs and stretch my skin | |
Until my hands can reach across the floor | |
Feel for this pile of broken glass | |
I' ll write your name across the wall | |
With all the blood that spills from my heart | |
Break my limbs and stretch my skin | |
Until my hands can reach across the floor | |
Feel for this pile of broken glass | |
I' ll hand you the sharpest one | |
To place it right in my back |