Death in the Garden, Blood on the Flowers

歌曲 Death in the Garden, Blood on the Flowers
歌手 Irving
专辑 Death in the Garden, Blood on the Flowers

歌词

作曲 : Irving
Pretend now that you are me
I am you
And we are we
Back then, not now
Somehow you've been patient with me
Without
Thinking
Too much
Thinking
Could cause you to leave me
Because of what I may or may not have wanted to do
I began to love you, it had only been an hour
Death in the garden, blood on the flowers
Remember
When you were me
I was you
Still we were we
Underneath your floor, which was my
Ceiling
Uncomfortable
Feeling
Your scars, they were still healing
Quiet as a thief, you were stealing my heart
Which you felt bad about and said you could not keep
I began to miss you, it had only been an hour
Death in the garden, blood on the flowers
So don't feel bad, bad, bad
You should be glad, glad, glad
I am the worst boy that you've ever had, had, had
I'm not the one, I'm not the one
It's not like I'm the first person to discover that
Horses could be ridden
I'm not the one
I am the other one
I began to miss you, it had only been an hour
Death in the garden, blood on the flowers

拼音

zuò qǔ : Irving
Pretend now that you are me
I am you
And we are we
Back then, not now
Somehow you' ve been patient with me
Without
Thinking
Too much
Thinking
Could cause you to leave me
Because of what I may or may not have wanted to do
I began to love you, it had only been an hour
Death in the garden, blood on the flowers
Remember
When you were me
I was you
Still we were we
Underneath your floor, which was my
Ceiling
Uncomfortable
Feeling
Your scars, they were still healing
Quiet as a thief, you were stealing my heart
Which you felt bad about and said you could not keep
I began to miss you, it had only been an hour
Death in the garden, blood on the flowers
So don' t feel bad, bad, bad
You should be glad, glad, glad
I am the worst boy that you' ve ever had, had, had
I' m not the one, I' m not the one
It' s not like I' m the first person to discover that
Horses could be ridden
I' m not the one
I am the other one
I began to miss you, it had only been an hour
Death in the garden, blood on the flowers