| 歌曲 | You're Ever So Inviting |
| 歌手 | Underoath |
| 专辑 | Play Your Old Stuff |
| 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) |
| 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 |