歌曲 | You Can Come To Me |
歌手 | The Helio Sequence |
专辑 | Keep Your Eyes Ahead |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Helio Sequence, Summers | |
Your self-effacing charms are shot | |
Wake up now to what you are | |
and what you're not | |
You can run, run, run | |
But you can't escape | |
Taste is sharp like mustard seed | |
Finding out that what you want is not what you need | |
You can talk, talk, talk | |
But the words aren't clear | |
When your straightedge line curves | |
And obscures all that you see | |
When your sure-shot sight blurs | |
You can come to me | |
It's too late now, your fun's been had | |
Your shining, blinding myriad burned-out | |
And fell down, down down | |
To the ground | |
Live like flower, light like stone | |
You're calling friends but now you find | |
You're on your own | |
And they're gone, gone, gone | |
With the morning light | |
When the black-cloud sky rains | |
On your ragged company | |
When your thoughts slip from their chains | |
You can come to me | |
(You can come to me) |
zuo qu : Helio Sequence, Summers | |
Your selfeffacing charms are shot | |
Wake up now to what you are | |
and what you' re not | |
You can run, run, run | |
But you can' t escape | |
Taste is sharp like mustard seed | |
Finding out that what you want is not what you need | |
You can talk, talk, talk | |
But the words aren' t clear | |
When your straightedge line curves | |
And obscures all that you see | |
When your sureshot sight blurs | |
You can come to me | |
It' s too late now, your fun' s been had | |
Your shining, blinding myriad burnedout | |
And fell down, down down | |
To the ground | |
Live like flower, light like stone | |
You' re calling friends but now you find | |
You' re on your own | |
And they' re gone, gone, gone | |
With the morning light | |
When the blackcloud sky rains | |
On your ragged company | |
When your thoughts slip from their chains | |
You can come to me | |
You can come to me |
zuò qǔ : Helio Sequence, Summers | |
Your selfeffacing charms are shot | |
Wake up now to what you are | |
and what you' re not | |
You can run, run, run | |
But you can' t escape | |
Taste is sharp like mustard seed | |
Finding out that what you want is not what you need | |
You can talk, talk, talk | |
But the words aren' t clear | |
When your straightedge line curves | |
And obscures all that you see | |
When your sureshot sight blurs | |
You can come to me | |
It' s too late now, your fun' s been had | |
Your shining, blinding myriad burnedout | |
And fell down, down down | |
To the ground | |
Live like flower, light like stone | |
You' re calling friends but now you find | |
You' re on your own | |
And they' re gone, gone, gone | |
With the morning light | |
When the blackcloud sky rains | |
On your ragged company | |
When your thoughts slip from their chains | |
You can come to me | |
You can come to me |