歌曲 | Young And Aspiring |
歌手 | Underoath |
专辑 | Play Your Old Stuff |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Chamberlain, Gillespie ... | |
So let's not even try you're right let's ball it up and | |
Throw it out the window | |
It's becoming all so clear in my mind | |
I've thought this thing through more like once or twice | |
I feel that this is my last request to you | |
Hold your breath | |
Bottle it up and save it for the next one | |
It's safe to say we've been riding this all night | |
None of this will ever change your mind | |
It's never safe to rely on borrowed time | |
Now we're both undone and it's time to open up | |
Your eyes | |
Consequence, it's our need in times like these | |
Feelin' free is our modern disease | |
You're a clssic disaster, with a knack for losing | |
Your exterior | |
I'm so sick | |
From staring at the mirror | |
This all needs a break from you | |
And I'm used to this | |
I fear that I am just an end | |
So you'll play the mistaken and I'll play the | |
Victim | |
In our screenplay of desire and I'm still writing | |
The letters I'll never send | |
Running in circles I can't forget how many times | |
I've played this in my mind | |
Feelin free, Feelin freee | |
Consequence, it's our need in times like these | |
Feelin' free is our modern disease | |
You're a classic disaster, with a knack for losing | |
Your exterior | |
I'm so sick | |
From staring at the mirror | |
This is my panic, This is my call to arms |
zuo qu : Chamberlain, Gillespie ... | |
So let' s not even try you' re right let' s ball it up and | |
Throw it out the window | |
It' s becoming all so clear in my mind | |
I' ve thought this thing through more like once or twice | |
I feel that this is my last request to you | |
Hold your breath | |
Bottle it up and save it for the next one | |
It' s safe to say we' ve been riding this all night | |
None of this will ever change your mind | |
It' s never safe to rely on borrowed time | |
Now we' re both undone and it' s time to open up | |
Your eyes | |
Consequence, it' s our need in times like these | |
Feelin' free is our modern disease | |
You' re a clssic disaster, with a knack for losing | |
Your exterior | |
I' m so sick | |
From staring at the mirror | |
This all needs a break from you | |
And I' m used to this | |
I fear that I am just an end | |
So you' ll play the mistaken and I' ll play the | |
Victim | |
In our screenplay of desire and I' m still writing | |
The letters I' ll never send | |
Running in circles I can' t forget how many times | |
I' ve played this in my mind | |
Feelin free, Feelin freee | |
Consequence, it' s our need in times like these | |
Feelin' free is our modern disease | |
You' re a classic disaster, with a knack for losing | |
Your exterior | |
I' m so sick | |
From staring at the mirror | |
This is my panic, This is my call to arms |
zuò qǔ : Chamberlain, Gillespie ... | |
So let' s not even try you' re right let' s ball it up and | |
Throw it out the window | |
It' s becoming all so clear in my mind | |
I' ve thought this thing through more like once or twice | |
I feel that this is my last request to you | |
Hold your breath | |
Bottle it up and save it for the next one | |
It' s safe to say we' ve been riding this all night | |
None of this will ever change your mind | |
It' s never safe to rely on borrowed time | |
Now we' re both undone and it' s time to open up | |
Your eyes | |
Consequence, it' s our need in times like these | |
Feelin' free is our modern disease | |
You' re a clssic disaster, with a knack for losing | |
Your exterior | |
I' m so sick | |
From staring at the mirror | |
This all needs a break from you | |
And I' m used to this | |
I fear that I am just an end | |
So you' ll play the mistaken and I' ll play the | |
Victim | |
In our screenplay of desire and I' m still writing | |
The letters I' ll never send | |
Running in circles I can' t forget how many times | |
I' ve played this in my mind | |
Feelin free, Feelin freee | |
Consequence, it' s our need in times like these | |
Feelin' free is our modern disease | |
You' re a classic disaster, with a knack for losing | |
Your exterior | |
I' m so sick | |
From staring at the mirror | |
This is my panic, This is my call to arms |