歌曲 | If I Were Going |
歌手 | The Afghan Whigs |
专辑 | Gentlemen |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dulli | |
What should i tell her? | |
She's going to ask | |
If i ignore it, it gets uncomfortable | |
She'll want to argue about the past | |
Still i think she believes me | |
Every word i say | |
I think i'm starting to believe it all myself | |
Go ask the gentlemen who play it | |
But hate to pay | |
And it don't bleed, and it don't breathe | |
It's locked its jaws & now it's swallowing | |
It's in our heart, it's in our heads | |
It's in our love, baby, it's in our bed | |
It holds my arms down, sits upon my chest | |
It waves its finger at me every night & day | |
And it don't rest | |
And it don't breathe and it don't bleed | |
It's locked its jaws and now it's swallowing | |
It's all a lie, it's nearly dead | |
It's in our hope, baby, it's in our bed |
zuo ci : Dulli | |
What should i tell her? | |
She' s going to ask | |
If i ignore it, it gets uncomfortable | |
She' ll want to argue about the past | |
Still i think she believes me | |
Every word i say | |
I think i' m starting to believe it all myself | |
Go ask the gentlemen who play it | |
But hate to pay | |
And it don' t bleed, and it don' t breathe | |
It' s locked its jaws now it' s swallowing | |
It' s in our heart, it' s in our heads | |
It' s in our love, baby, it' s in our bed | |
It holds my arms down, sits upon my chest | |
It waves its finger at me every night day | |
And it don' t rest | |
And it don' t breathe and it don' t bleed | |
It' s locked its jaws and now it' s swallowing | |
It' s all a lie, it' s nearly dead | |
It' s in our hope, baby, it' s in our bed |
zuò cí : Dulli | |
What should i tell her? | |
She' s going to ask | |
If i ignore it, it gets uncomfortable | |
She' ll want to argue about the past | |
Still i think she believes me | |
Every word i say | |
I think i' m starting to believe it all myself | |
Go ask the gentlemen who play it | |
But hate to pay | |
And it don' t bleed, and it don' t breathe | |
It' s locked its jaws now it' s swallowing | |
It' s in our heart, it' s in our heads | |
It' s in our love, baby, it' s in our bed | |
It holds my arms down, sits upon my chest | |
It waves its finger at me every night day | |
And it don' t rest | |
And it don' t breathe and it don' t bleed | |
It' s locked its jaws and now it' s swallowing | |
It' s all a lie, it' s nearly dead | |
It' s in our hope, baby, it' s in our bed |