歌曲 | You're Ever So Inviting |
歌手 | Underoath |
专辑 | Play Your Old Stuff |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Chamberlain, Gillespie ... | |
The time has come for you | |
To sit this out | |
To fit inside your mold | |
Would be to sell myself short | |
This ground we tread upon | |
(We turn the pages left to right) | |
Is now filling up to our necks | |
(We see everything) | |
This ground we tread upon | |
(We turn the pages left to right) | |
Is now filling up to our necks | |
(We see everything) | |
Oh, my story's growing, and growing, it is | |
On my last request | |
Don't make me feel so contradicting | |
There's no room for cheating and being | |
yourself | |
Failure leaves such a bitter taste in their | |
mouth | |
And on the last hour | |
We write so many new chapters again | |
And on the outside | |
Where there are no surprises | |
This ground we tread upon | |
(We turn the pages left to right) | |
Is now filling up to our necks | |
(We see everything) | |
Oh, it's getting longer | |
To see it through their eyes | |
Would bring me so much closer | |
You can do this night, after night, after night | |
Failure leaves such a bitter taste in my | |
mouth | |
Taste and see, I swear I know what's good | |
Be still and know that they won't lie to you | |
Every single time you're facing lies | |
This ground we tread upon | |
(We turn the pages left to right) | |
Is now filling up to our necks | |
Come on | |
This ground we tread upon | |
(We turn the pages left to right) | |
Is now filling up to our necks | |
(We see everything) | |
I know why you never take your eyes off | |
me | |
I've used my lungs for everything but | |
breathing | |
I know why you never take your eyes off | |
me | |
I've used my lungs for everything but | |
breathing | |
I find myself dried up in this conversation | |
So pull me out, pull me aside | |
I find myself dried up in this conversation | |
So pull me out, pull me aside | |
This ground we tread upon | |
(We turn the pages left to right) | |
This ground we tread upon | |
(We see everything) | |
This ground we tread upon | |
(We turn the pages left to right) | |
This ground we tread upon | |
(We see) |
zuo qu : Chamberlain, Gillespie ... | |
The time has come for you | |
To sit this out | |
To fit inside your mold | |
Would be to sell myself short | |
This ground we tread upon | |
We turn the pages left to right | |
Is now filling up to our necks | |
We see everything | |
This ground we tread upon | |
We turn the pages left to right | |
Is now filling up to our necks | |
We see everything | |
Oh, my story' s growing, and growing, it is | |
On my last request | |
Don' t make me feel so contradicting | |
There' s no room for cheating and being | |
yourself | |
Failure leaves such a bitter taste in their | |
mouth | |
And on the last hour | |
We write so many new chapters again | |
And on the outside | |
Where there are no surprises | |
This ground we tread upon | |
We turn the pages left to right | |
Is now filling up to our necks | |
We see everything | |
Oh, it' s getting longer | |
To see it through their eyes | |
Would bring me so much closer | |
You can do this night, after night, after night | |
Failure leaves such a bitter taste in my | |
mouth | |
Taste and see, I swear I know what' s good | |
Be still and know that they won' t lie to you | |
Every single time you' re facing lies | |
This ground we tread upon | |
We turn the pages left to right | |
Is now filling up to our necks | |
Come on | |
This ground we tread upon | |
We turn the pages left to right | |
Is now filling up to our necks | |
We see everything | |
I know why you never take your eyes off | |
me | |
I' ve used my lungs for everything but | |
breathing | |
I know why you never take your eyes off | |
me | |
I' ve used my lungs for everything but | |
breathing | |
I find myself dried up in this conversation | |
So pull me out, pull me aside | |
I find myself dried up in this conversation | |
So pull me out, pull me aside | |
This ground we tread upon | |
We turn the pages left to right | |
This ground we tread upon | |
We see everything | |
This ground we tread upon | |
We turn the pages left to right | |
This ground we tread upon | |
We see |
zuò qǔ : Chamberlain, Gillespie ... | |
The time has come for you | |
To sit this out | |
To fit inside your mold | |
Would be to sell myself short | |
This ground we tread upon | |
We turn the pages left to right | |
Is now filling up to our necks | |
We see everything | |
This ground we tread upon | |
We turn the pages left to right | |
Is now filling up to our necks | |
We see everything | |
Oh, my story' s growing, and growing, it is | |
On my last request | |
Don' t make me feel so contradicting | |
There' s no room for cheating and being | |
yourself | |
Failure leaves such a bitter taste in their | |
mouth | |
And on the last hour | |
We write so many new chapters again | |
And on the outside | |
Where there are no surprises | |
This ground we tread upon | |
We turn the pages left to right | |
Is now filling up to our necks | |
We see everything | |
Oh, it' s getting longer | |
To see it through their eyes | |
Would bring me so much closer | |
You can do this night, after night, after night | |
Failure leaves such a bitter taste in my | |
mouth | |
Taste and see, I swear I know what' s good | |
Be still and know that they won' t lie to you | |
Every single time you' re facing lies | |
This ground we tread upon | |
We turn the pages left to right | |
Is now filling up to our necks | |
Come on | |
This ground we tread upon | |
We turn the pages left to right | |
Is now filling up to our necks | |
We see everything | |
I know why you never take your eyes off | |
me | |
I' ve used my lungs for everything but | |
breathing | |
I know why you never take your eyes off | |
me | |
I' ve used my lungs for everything but | |
breathing | |
I find myself dried up in this conversation | |
So pull me out, pull me aside | |
I find myself dried up in this conversation | |
So pull me out, pull me aside | |
This ground we tread upon | |
We turn the pages left to right | |
This ground we tread upon | |
We see everything | |
This ground we tread upon | |
We turn the pages left to right | |
This ground we tread upon | |
We see |