歌曲 | The Better Part of Valor |
歌手 | Houston Calls |
专辑 | A Collection Of Short Stories |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Houston Calls | |
(This) Life we've forsaken | |
Not out of spite but of honesty | |
Lips sealed, our tongues tied, this secret's safer than you or me | |
This isn't how it should end | |
Or should it end at all? | |
Cause every now and again | |
I wait for you to call | |
I'd wait all my life for you | |
Cause if this was meant to be | |
Than it's all | |
I can do I already know it's true | |
If you still have a heart to steal | |
Then I will steal it from you | |
Stolen devotion | |
A poor excuse to avoid your eyes | |
Broken, unspoken | |
Promises all amount to lies | |
So where do | |
I go from here? | |
We've said our last goodbyes | |
A broken smile left to roam these night skies | |
I'd wait all my life for you | |
Cause if this was meant to be | |
Than it's all | |
I can do I already know it's true | |
If you still have a heart to steal | |
Then I will steal it from you | |
Did you ever think that we could really survive | |
You said we'd last two years | |
You buried us alive | |
And all the softest sighs and all the lover's pleas | |
They're just a postscript now wrapped in parentheses |
zuo qu : Houston Calls | |
This Life we' ve forsaken | |
Not out of spite but of honesty | |
Lips sealed, our tongues tied, this secret' s safer than you or me | |
This isn' t how it should end | |
Or should it end at all? | |
Cause every now and again | |
I wait for you to call | |
I' d wait all my life for you | |
Cause if this was meant to be | |
Than it' s all | |
I can do I already know it' s true | |
If you still have a heart to steal | |
Then I will steal it from you | |
Stolen devotion | |
A poor excuse to avoid your eyes | |
Broken, unspoken | |
Promises all amount to lies | |
So where do | |
I go from here? | |
We' ve said our last goodbyes | |
A broken smile left to roam these night skies | |
I' d wait all my life for you | |
Cause if this was meant to be | |
Than it' s all | |
I can do I already know it' s true | |
If you still have a heart to steal | |
Then I will steal it from you | |
Did you ever think that we could really survive | |
You said we' d last two years | |
You buried us alive | |
And all the softest sighs and all the lover' s pleas | |
They' re just a postscript now wrapped in parentheses |
zuò qǔ : Houston Calls | |
This Life we' ve forsaken | |
Not out of spite but of honesty | |
Lips sealed, our tongues tied, this secret' s safer than you or me | |
This isn' t how it should end | |
Or should it end at all? | |
Cause every now and again | |
I wait for you to call | |
I' d wait all my life for you | |
Cause if this was meant to be | |
Than it' s all | |
I can do I already know it' s true | |
If you still have a heart to steal | |
Then I will steal it from you | |
Stolen devotion | |
A poor excuse to avoid your eyes | |
Broken, unspoken | |
Promises all amount to lies | |
So where do | |
I go from here? | |
We' ve said our last goodbyes | |
A broken smile left to roam these night skies | |
I' d wait all my life for you | |
Cause if this was meant to be | |
Than it' s all | |
I can do I already know it' s true | |
If you still have a heart to steal | |
Then I will steal it from you | |
Did you ever think that we could really survive | |
You said we' d last two years | |
You buried us alive | |
And all the softest sighs and all the lover' s pleas | |
They' re just a postscript now wrapped in parentheses |