歌曲 | Running with Scissors |
歌手 | Rhi |
专辑 | The Pale Queen |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Rhiannon Bouvier | |
作曲 : Rhiannon Bouvier | |
It was the middle of the winter | |
Snowfall like confetti | |
I was covered in a layer of glitter | |
Fallen angel, buried | |
Iʼd smoke so many cigarettes | |
Wash ‘em down with wine or whisky | |
Looking up at the night sky thinking | |
Itʼs black and white | |
Iʼm colourblind | |
I take the bl.me | |
Running with scissors | |
Cut myself again | |
No shit doc | |
Iʼm addicted to the pain | |
Testing limits | |
Stoking the flame | |
It was a loss of power | |
My bones started rattling | |
An impression on a bed of powder | |
In the shape of my body | |
Iʼd keep so many secrets | |
Lie and smile, sweetly | |
Looking up at the night sky thinking | |
Itʼs black and white | |
Iʼm dying | |
I take the blame | |
Running with scissors | |
Cut myself again | |
No shit doc | |
Iʼm addicted to the pain | |
Testing limits | |
Stoking the fl.me | |
I knew Iʼd one day try to fly | |
Spread my arms like wings to glide | |
Fall forward from somewhere up high and | |
Let the air decide | |
It might be suicide |
zuo ci : Rhiannon Bouvier | |
zuo qu : Rhiannon Bouvier | |
It was the middle of the winter | |
Snowfall like confetti | |
I was covered in a layer of glitter | |
Fallen angel, buried | |
I d smoke so many cigarettes | |
Wash ' em down with wine or whisky | |
Looking up at the night sky thinking | |
It s black and white | |
I m colourblind | |
I take the bl. me | |
Running with scissors | |
Cut myself again | |
No shit doc | |
I m addicted to the pain | |
Testing limits | |
Stoking the flame | |
It was a loss of power | |
My bones started rattling | |
An impression on a bed of powder | |
In the shape of my body | |
I d keep so many secrets | |
Lie and smile, sweetly | |
Looking up at the night sky thinking | |
It s black and white | |
I m dying | |
I take the blame | |
Running with scissors | |
Cut myself again | |
No shit doc | |
I m addicted to the pain | |
Testing limits | |
Stoking the fl. me | |
I knew I d one day try to fly | |
Spread my arms like wings to glide | |
Fall forward from somewhere up high and | |
Let the air decide | |
It might be suicide |
zuò cí : Rhiannon Bouvier | |
zuò qǔ : Rhiannon Bouvier | |
It was the middle of the winter | |
Snowfall like confetti | |
I was covered in a layer of glitter | |
Fallen angel, buried | |
I d smoke so many cigarettes | |
Wash ' em down with wine or whisky | |
Looking up at the night sky thinking | |
It s black and white | |
I m colourblind | |
I take the bl. me | |
Running with scissors | |
Cut myself again | |
No shit doc | |
I m addicted to the pain | |
Testing limits | |
Stoking the flame | |
It was a loss of power | |
My bones started rattling | |
An impression on a bed of powder | |
In the shape of my body | |
I d keep so many secrets | |
Lie and smile, sweetly | |
Looking up at the night sky thinking | |
It s black and white | |
I m dying | |
I take the blame | |
Running with scissors | |
Cut myself again | |
No shit doc | |
I m addicted to the pain | |
Testing limits | |
Stoking the fl. me | |
I knew I d one day try to fly | |
Spread my arms like wings to glide | |
Fall forward from somewhere up high and | |
Let the air decide | |
It might be suicide |