歌曲 | Sirens |
歌手 | Speedmarket Avenue |
专辑 | Way Better Now |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
yet evening, still dreaming, a silence in my head | |
the people, all talking, their words won't reach my bed | |
i've stopped now, the running, repeating inaudible words | |
the theories, all covers, the restless hunt disturbs | |
the young me, the one you see, screamed with all her might | |
the young me, the soon-to-be, screamed with all her might | |
sure of what was right | |
yet evening, still bleeding, sirens in my head | |
late thinkers, all twisted, their printed thoughts turn red | |
yet evening, not leaving, as days and nights go by | |
no lessons, no questions until their echoes die | |
the young me, the one you see, screamed with all her might | |
the young me, the soon-to-be, screamed with all her might | |
sure of what was right | |
--多小乐、 |
yet evening, still dreaming, a silence in my head | |
the people, all talking, their words won' t reach my bed | |
i' ve stopped now, the running, repeating inaudible words | |
the theories, all covers, the restless hunt disturbs | |
the young me, the one you see, screamed with all her might | |
the young me, the soontobe, screamed with all her might | |
sure of what was right | |
yet evening, still bleeding, sirens in my head | |
late thinkers, all twisted, their printed thoughts turn red | |
yet evening, not leaving, as days and nights go by | |
no lessons, no questions until their echoes die | |
the young me, the one you see, screamed with all her might | |
the young me, the soontobe, screamed with all her might | |
sure of what was right | |
duo xiao le |
yet evening, still dreaming, a silence in my head | |
the people, all talking, their words won' t reach my bed | |
i' ve stopped now, the running, repeating inaudible words | |
the theories, all covers, the restless hunt disturbs | |
the young me, the one you see, screamed with all her might | |
the young me, the soontobe, screamed with all her might | |
sure of what was right | |
yet evening, still bleeding, sirens in my head | |
late thinkers, all twisted, their printed thoughts turn red | |
yet evening, not leaving, as days and nights go by | |
no lessons, no questions until their echoes die | |
the young me, the one you see, screamed with all her might | |
the young me, the soontobe, screamed with all her might | |
sure of what was right | |
duō xiǎo lè |