歌曲 | Wait It Out |
歌手 | Tift Merritt |
专辑 | Tambourine |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Wait It Out | |
Imogen Heap | |
by Hamlin | |
Where do we go from here? | |
How do we carry on? | |
I can't get beyond the questions... | |
Clambering for the scraps, | |
in the shatter of us collapsed. | |
Is cuts me with every "could have been"... | |
Pain on, pain on, play repeating. | |
With the backup makeshift life in waiting. | |
Everybody says, | |
that time heals everything. | |
But what of the wretched hallow? | |
The endless in-between? | |
Are we just going to wait it out...? | |
There's nothing to see here now, | |
Turning the sign around. | |
We're closed to the Earth 'til further notice. | |
Stumbling cliché case, | |
Crumpled and puffy faced. | |
Dead in the stare of a thousand miles. | |
All-in-one, only one street-level miracle. | |
I'll be an out-in-out, born-again from none more cynical. | |
Everybody says, | |
that time heals everything. | |
All in the end. | |
But what of the wretched hallow? | |
The endless in-between? | |
Are we just going to wait it out...? | |
...and sit here cold? | |
We'll be long gone by then, and lackluster. | |
In dust we lay around old magazines. | |
Fluorescent lighting sets the scene, | |
For all we could and should be being, | |
In the one life that we've got... | |
In the one life that we've got. | |
Everybody says, | |
that time heals everything. | |
But what of the wretched hallow? | |
The endless in-between? | |
Are we just going to wait it out? | |
Sit here cold... | |
...just going to sweat it out? | |
Wait it out. |
Wait It Out | |
Imogen Heap | |
by Hamlin | |
Where do we go from here? | |
How do we carry on? | |
I can' t get beyond the questions... | |
Clambering for the scraps, | |
in the shatter of us collapsed. | |
Is cuts me with every " could have been"... | |
Pain on, pain on, play repeating. | |
With the backup makeshift life in waiting. | |
Everybody says, | |
that time heals everything. | |
But what of the wretched hallow? | |
The endless inbetween? | |
Are we just going to wait it out...? | |
There' s nothing to see here now, | |
Turning the sign around. | |
We' re closed to the Earth ' til further notice. | |
Stumbling cliche case, | |
Crumpled and puffy faced. | |
Dead in the stare of a thousand miles. | |
Allinone, only one streetlevel miracle. | |
I' ll be an outinout, bornagain from none more cynical. | |
Everybody says, | |
that time heals everything. | |
All in the end. | |
But what of the wretched hallow? | |
The endless inbetween? | |
Are we just going to wait it out...? | |
... and sit here cold? | |
We' ll be long gone by then, and lackluster. | |
In dust we lay around old magazines. | |
Fluorescent lighting sets the scene, | |
For all we could and should be being, | |
In the one life that we' ve got... | |
In the one life that we' ve got. | |
Everybody says, | |
that time heals everything. | |
But what of the wretched hallow? | |
The endless inbetween? | |
Are we just going to wait it out? | |
Sit here cold... | |
... just going to sweat it out? | |
Wait it out. |
Wait It Out | |
Imogen Heap | |
by Hamlin | |
Where do we go from here? | |
How do we carry on? | |
I can' t get beyond the questions... | |
Clambering for the scraps, | |
in the shatter of us collapsed. | |
Is cuts me with every " could have been"... | |
Pain on, pain on, play repeating. | |
With the backup makeshift life in waiting. | |
Everybody says, | |
that time heals everything. | |
But what of the wretched hallow? | |
The endless inbetween? | |
Are we just going to wait it out...? | |
There' s nothing to see here now, | |
Turning the sign around. | |
We' re closed to the Earth ' til further notice. | |
Stumbling cliché case, | |
Crumpled and puffy faced. | |
Dead in the stare of a thousand miles. | |
Allinone, only one streetlevel miracle. | |
I' ll be an outinout, bornagain from none more cynical. | |
Everybody says, | |
that time heals everything. | |
All in the end. | |
But what of the wretched hallow? | |
The endless inbetween? | |
Are we just going to wait it out...? | |
... and sit here cold? | |
We' ll be long gone by then, and lackluster. | |
In dust we lay around old magazines. | |
Fluorescent lighting sets the scene, | |
For all we could and should be being, | |
In the one life that we' ve got... | |
In the one life that we' ve got. | |
Everybody says, | |
that time heals everything. | |
But what of the wretched hallow? | |
The endless inbetween? | |
Are we just going to wait it out? | |
Sit here cold... | |
... just going to sweat it out? | |
Wait it out. |