歌曲 | Steps Ascending |
歌手 | Thursday |
专辑 | War All The Time |
作词 : Rickly, Thursday | |
Steps ascend to a loaded gun | |
The scent of matches hangs in the air | |
A lit one flickers out in a heart beat | |
We don't want to see this | |
A flash of light that's letting go of an empty bullet case | |
By the time it hits the ground, he's out of reach(Let go, let go) | |
Out reach(Let go, let go) | |
Out reach(Let go, let go) | |
Out reach(Let go, let go) | |
Out reach(Let go, let go) | |
The wolves are closin' in | |
There's no room left to make amends but | |
Do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high? | |
All the time we've wasted | |
Spent fighting | |
It'll burn in the fire of our regret | |
All the time we've wasted | |
Spent fighting | |
It's blood and it's runnin' down the stairs | |
Freeze the frame | |
Between the gunshot and the hole it makes | |
A spinnin' bullet hangs in the middle | |
There's no way to stop it | |
It will surely hit the mark | |
You can try to understand but | |
I'm givin' up | |
Givin' upGivin' up | |
They synapse fires, it's right on time, givin' up(Givin' up) | |
Givin' upGivin' up | |
This should always stay out of reach(Let go, let go) | |
Out reach(Let go, let go) | |
Out reach(Let go, let go) | |
Out reach(Let go, let go) | |
Out reach(Let go let go) | |
The wolves are closin' in | |
There's no room left to make amends but | |
Do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high? | |
All the time we've wasted | |
Spent fighting | |
It'll burn in the fire of our regret | |
All the time we've wasted | |
Spent fighting | |
It's blood and it's runnin' down the stairs | |
I ran down the stairs into the garden | |
Put both my hands into the soil | |
In the spring you will bloom | |
Like her heart through the blouse in the back of the ambulance | |
As it turned and turned in the streets(Out of reach, out of reach) | |
One more turn, won't you come back to me?(Out of reach, out of reach) | |
As it turned on it's red lights(Out of reach, out of reach) | |
You were turnin' into red roses | |
Red rosesRed roses | |
Red rosesI'm not givin' up |
zuò cí : Rickly, Thursday | |
Steps ascend to a loaded gun | |
The scent of matches hangs in the air | |
A lit one flickers out in a heart beat | |
We don' t want to see this | |
A flash of light that' s letting go of an empty bullet case | |
By the time it hits the ground, he' s out of reach Let go, let go | |
Out reach Let go, let go | |
Out reach Let go, let go | |
Out reach Let go, let go | |
Out reach Let go, let go | |
The wolves are closin' in | |
There' s no room left to make amends but | |
Do you remember when we' d fly that kite so high? | |
All the time we' ve wasted | |
Spent fighting | |
It' ll burn in the fire of our regret | |
All the time we' ve wasted | |
Spent fighting | |
It' s blood and it' s runnin' down the stairs | |
Freeze the frame | |
Between the gunshot and the hole it makes | |
A spinnin' bullet hangs in the middle | |
There' s no way to stop it | |
It will surely hit the mark | |
You can try to understand but | |
I' m givin' up | |
Givin' upGivin' up | |
They synapse fires, it' s right on time, givin' up Givin' up | |
Givin' upGivin' up | |
This should always stay out of reach Let go, let go | |
Out reach Let go, let go | |
Out reach Let go, let go | |
Out reach Let go, let go | |
Out reach Let go let go | |
The wolves are closin' in | |
There' s no room left to make amends but | |
Do you remember when we' d fly that kite so high? | |
All the time we' ve wasted | |
Spent fighting | |
It' ll burn in the fire of our regret | |
All the time we' ve wasted | |
Spent fighting | |
It' s blood and it' s runnin' down the stairs | |
I ran down the stairs into the garden | |
Put both my hands into the soil | |
In the spring you will bloom | |
Like her heart through the blouse in the back of the ambulance | |
As it turned and turned in the streets Out of reach, out of reach | |
One more turn, won' t you come back to me? Out of reach, out of reach | |
As it turned on it' s red lights Out of reach, out of reach | |
You were turnin' into red roses | |
Red rosesRed roses | |
Red rosesI' m not givin' up |