歌曲 | Tomorrow I'll Be You |
歌手 | Thursday |
专辑 | War All The Time |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Rickly, Thursday | |
In the circuit the frequency's breaking up | |
The speakers can barely move(This is not a test)(Tune to the broadcast) | |
Witness the jet lag | |
Look in the mirror | |
Adjust the | |
V-holdShatter the lens(Lens) | |
Pull out the shards(Shards) | |
Choke on her words(Words) | |
Caught in your throat | |
How long can the wheels maintain a spin | |
At this velocity? | |
On every block a reminder | |
You can't stop this intersection | |
At every turn | |
Dead forests of tenements rise like antennas | |
The miles are adding up, the days are counting down | |
Cut the jet black from my hair | |
Before we're bathed in the dawn of new year's day | |
I will change back to myself in the flame(Flame) | |
We burn like the paper hearts of dead presidents | |
But we're too lost to lose hope | |
Maybe the night seems so dark | |
Because the day is much too bright(For us to see) | |
We are cured, we are cured(Shatter the lens, pull out the shards) | |
We are cured, we are cured(Choke on her words) | |
Caught in your throat | |
That's the sound of music from another room | |
The piano player, hangs up from piano wire | |
But the player piano carries on(Sit back and tune to the broadcast) | |
Witness the jet lag | |
Shatter the lens(Lens) | |
Pull out the shards(Shards) | |
Choke on her words(Words) | |
Caught in your throat | |
This is not a test | |
This is not a test | |
Shatter the lens(Lens) | |
Pull out the shards(Shards) | |
Choke on her words(Words) | |
Caught in your throat | |
As the language dissolves and the sentence lifts | |
A slow alphabet of rain is whispering(Aabettipachdefg) | |
Since I replace the | |
I in live with an | |
OI can't remember who you are(But tomorrow I'll be you)(Just pick up the phone) | |
I'm calling from your house, in your room, in your name | |
Lying in your bed, following your dreams | |
I listen to your voice get caught in my throat as | |
I sing'This is just a dream' | |
On New Year's day | |
We will change back to ourselves in the flame | |
We are cured, we are cured, we are cured |
zuo ci : Rickly, Thursday | |
In the circuit the frequency' s breaking up | |
The speakers can barely move This is not a test Tune to the broadcast | |
Witness the jet lag | |
Look in the mirror | |
Adjust the | |
VholdShatter the lens Lens | |
Pull out the shards Shards | |
Choke on her words Words | |
Caught in your throat | |
How long can the wheels maintain a spin | |
At this velocity? | |
On every block a reminder | |
You can' t stop this intersection | |
At every turn | |
Dead forests of tenements rise like antennas | |
The miles are adding up, the days are counting down | |
Cut the jet black from my hair | |
Before we' re bathed in the dawn of new year' s day | |
I will change back to myself in the flame Flame | |
We burn like the paper hearts of dead presidents | |
But we' re too lost to lose hope | |
Maybe the night seems so dark | |
Because the day is much too bright For us to see | |
We are cured, we are cured Shatter the lens, pull out the shards | |
We are cured, we are cured Choke on her words | |
Caught in your throat | |
That' s the sound of music from another room | |
The piano player, hangs up from piano wire | |
But the player piano carries on Sit back and tune to the broadcast | |
Witness the jet lag | |
Shatter the lens Lens | |
Pull out the shards Shards | |
Choke on her words Words | |
Caught in your throat | |
This is not a test | |
This is not a test | |
Shatter the lens Lens | |
Pull out the shards Shards | |
Choke on her words Words | |
Caught in your throat | |
As the language dissolves and the sentence lifts | |
A slow alphabet of rain is whispering Aabettipachdefg | |
Since I replace the | |
I in live with an | |
OI can' t remember who you are But tomorrow I' ll be you Just pick up the phone | |
I' m calling from your house, in your room, in your name | |
Lying in your bed, following your dreams | |
I listen to your voice get caught in my throat as | |
I sing' This is just a dream' | |
On New Year' s day | |
We will change back to ourselves in the flame | |
We are cured, we are cured, we are cured |
zuò cí : Rickly, Thursday | |
In the circuit the frequency' s breaking up | |
The speakers can barely move This is not a test Tune to the broadcast | |
Witness the jet lag | |
Look in the mirror | |
Adjust the | |
VholdShatter the lens Lens | |
Pull out the shards Shards | |
Choke on her words Words | |
Caught in your throat | |
How long can the wheels maintain a spin | |
At this velocity? | |
On every block a reminder | |
You can' t stop this intersection | |
At every turn | |
Dead forests of tenements rise like antennas | |
The miles are adding up, the days are counting down | |
Cut the jet black from my hair | |
Before we' re bathed in the dawn of new year' s day | |
I will change back to myself in the flame Flame | |
We burn like the paper hearts of dead presidents | |
But we' re too lost to lose hope | |
Maybe the night seems so dark | |
Because the day is much too bright For us to see | |
We are cured, we are cured Shatter the lens, pull out the shards | |
We are cured, we are cured Choke on her words | |
Caught in your throat | |
That' s the sound of music from another room | |
The piano player, hangs up from piano wire | |
But the player piano carries on Sit back and tune to the broadcast | |
Witness the jet lag | |
Shatter the lens Lens | |
Pull out the shards Shards | |
Choke on her words Words | |
Caught in your throat | |
This is not a test | |
This is not a test | |
Shatter the lens Lens | |
Pull out the shards Shards | |
Choke on her words Words | |
Caught in your throat | |
As the language dissolves and the sentence lifts | |
A slow alphabet of rain is whispering Aabettipachdefg | |
Since I replace the | |
I in live with an | |
OI can' t remember who you are But tomorrow I' ll be you Just pick up the phone | |
I' m calling from your house, in your room, in your name | |
Lying in your bed, following your dreams | |
I listen to your voice get caught in my throat as | |
I sing' This is just a dream' | |
On New Year' s day | |
We will change back to ourselves in the flame | |
We are cured, we are cured, we are cured |