歌曲 | Failure |
歌手 | The La's |
专辑 | Lost La's 1986-1987 Callin' All |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
No you can't throw failure over your shoulder | |
If you don't look after -- you gonna look back | |
No you can't hurry forward... it's holding you back | |
In the grip of an onset you run for a cover | |
To hide from your mother and your sister | |
Your brother... though you long to tell of | |
The stone that remains -- you can't move a | |
Muscle -- you're wrapped up in chains... so you | |
Wait in your room -- bound to the doom | |
To talk with the skeleton in the closet... | |
So you waited for days and you walked | |
In the maze and you lay on your bed | |
With your head in a daze and high in | |
A corner in a cupboard on a shelf | |
You turn a corner and walk into yourself | |
And you check your condition and your | |
Shape and your health... | |
So you open the door with a look | |
On your face, your hands in your | |
Pockets and your family to face | |
And you go downstairs and you sit in | |
Your place... |
No you can' t throw failure over your shoulder | |
If you don' t look after you gonna look back | |
No you can' t hurry forward... it' s holding you back | |
In the grip of an onset you run for a cover | |
To hide from your mother and your sister | |
Your brother... though you long to tell of | |
The stone that remains you can' t move a | |
Muscle you' re wrapped up in chains... so you | |
Wait in your room bound to the doom | |
To talk with the skeleton in the closet... | |
So you waited for days and you walked | |
In the maze and you lay on your bed | |
With your head in a daze and high in | |
A corner in a cupboard on a shelf | |
You turn a corner and walk into yourself | |
And you check your condition and your | |
Shape and your health... | |
So you open the door with a look | |
On your face, your hands in your | |
Pockets and your family to face | |
And you go downstairs and you sit in | |
Your place... |
No you can' t throw failure over your shoulder | |
If you don' t look after you gonna look back | |
No you can' t hurry forward... it' s holding you back | |
In the grip of an onset you run for a cover | |
To hide from your mother and your sister | |
Your brother... though you long to tell of | |
The stone that remains you can' t move a | |
Muscle you' re wrapped up in chains... so you | |
Wait in your room bound to the doom | |
To talk with the skeleton in the closet... | |
So you waited for days and you walked | |
In the maze and you lay on your bed | |
With your head in a daze and high in | |
A corner in a cupboard on a shelf | |
You turn a corner and walk into yourself | |
And you check your condition and your | |
Shape and your health... | |
So you open the door with a look | |
On your face, your hands in your | |
Pockets and your family to face | |
And you go downstairs and you sit in | |
Your place... |