| 歌曲 | Feeling Oblivion |
| 歌手 | Turin Brakes |
| 专辑 | The Optimist |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Cubscouts are screaming, | |
| Needing icescreaming and all the pleasures of | |
| June I抦 in a parked car. | |
| Flowers seem friendly and people in hall ways feel walls. | |
| Now it is night time maybe we抮e cruising avoiding the anti-cruise. | |
| Oh I don抰 really know where we are. | |
| If things get real promise to take me somewhere else, | |
| By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion. | |
| Once in a while the lie in the laughter can burn through a hole in my ears, | |
| Like a man with glasses catching a sunbeam and burning the skin of a kid. | |
| Hypereal fragments disturbing the stagnants of almighty fear. | |
| Well I抣l just go under the water. | |
| If things get real promise to take me somewhere else, | |
| By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion. | |
| So don抰 leave me here on my own. | |
| So don抰 leave me here on my own. | |
| If things get real promise to take me somewhere else, | |
| By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion |
| Cubscouts are screaming, | |
| Needing icescreaming and all the pleasures of | |
| June I bing in a parked car. | |
| Flowers seem friendly and people in hall ways feel walls. | |
| Now it is night time maybe we zhen e cruising avoiding the anticruise. | |
| Oh I don yang really know where we are. | |
| If things get real promise to take me somewhere else, | |
| By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion. | |
| Once in a while the lie in the laughter can burn through a hole in my ears, | |
| Like a man with glasses catching a sunbeam and burning the skin of a kid. | |
| Hypereal fragments disturbing the stagnants of almighty fear. | |
| Well I yun l just go under the water. | |
| If things get real promise to take me somewhere else, | |
| By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion. | |
| So don yang leave me here on my own. | |
| So don yang leave me here on my own. | |
| If things get real promise to take me somewhere else, | |
| By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion |
| Cubscouts are screaming, | |
| Needing icescreaming and all the pleasures of | |
| June I bǐng in a parked car. | |
| Flowers seem friendly and people in hall ways feel walls. | |
| Now it is night time maybe we zhěn e cruising avoiding the anticruise. | |
| Oh I don yāng really know where we are. | |
| If things get real promise to take me somewhere else, | |
| By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion. | |
| Once in a while the lie in the laughter can burn through a hole in my ears, | |
| Like a man with glasses catching a sunbeam and burning the skin of a kid. | |
| Hypereal fragments disturbing the stagnants of almighty fear. | |
| Well I yun l just go under the water. | |
| If things get real promise to take me somewhere else, | |
| By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion. | |
| So don yāng leave me here on my own. | |
| So don yāng leave me here on my own. | |
| If things get real promise to take me somewhere else, | |
| By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion |