歌曲 | Death Wish |
歌手 | 爱书华 |
专辑 | Death Wish |
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作词 : 爱书华 | |
作曲 : 爱书华 | |
Music and Lyrics by Joshua C. Love(爱书华) | |
Recorded & Mixed at Butterfly Temples [Toronto] | |
Mastered by Alex Saltz APS Mastering [NYC] | |
(Piano pounds and they look up startled) | |
It’s like a love story, where these two broken souls find power for the first time | |
But the moment their eyes meet, they’re doomed to an eternity of conflict, waiting to be given the chance to be reborn | |
without that wish of death, without that wish of death, | |
without that wish of death | |
Just like they were in some non-existent past. | |
Reaching for peace, reaching for order | |
You’ve got hysterical eyes | |
And yet you always believe | |
It’s like a death-wish riding | |
On the tips of the breeze | |
I’ve got this bad taste dripping | |
From the sides of my sleeves | |
And I’ve got this cold spine shiver | |
As I’m watching the screen | |
I see these big grins | |
Wearing all the White that they can | |
Don’t bother painting a picture | |
With all your cracked and broken up fingers | |
It’s a fiction of function | |
That keeps this vision from crumbling | |
And if we keep the encryption | |
The code will Break Us Down | |
They knew that, for them, their only wish was to vanish into the ether | |
In hopes of , one day, returning to this world as flesh and blood | |
Capable of err, capable of love | |
But they knew their virtual existence was without time | |
And it was this deep and infinite sadness | |
That brought these two iron souls | |
And their heart-wrenching tale | |
To their greatest passion and their greatest demise | |
You’ve got hysterical eyes | |
And yet you always believe | |
It’s like a death-wish riding | |
On the tips of the breeze | |
I’ve got this bad taste dripping | |
From the sides of my sleeves | |
And I’ve got this cold spine shiver | |
As I’m watching the screen | |
I see these big grins | |
Wearing all the White that they can | |
Don’t bother painting a picture | |
With all your cracked and broken up fingers | |
It’s a fiction of function | |
That keeps this vision from crumbling | |
And if we keep the encryption | |
The code will Break Us Down |
zuo ci : ai shu hua | |
zuo qu : ai shu hua | |
Music and Lyrics by Joshua C. Love ai shu hua | |
Recorded Mixed at Butterfly Temples Toronto | |
Mastered by Alex Saltz APS Mastering NYC | |
Piano pounds and they look up startled | |
It' s like a love story, where these two broken souls find power for the first time | |
But the moment their eyes meet, they' re doomed to an eternity of conflict, waiting to be given the chance to be reborn | |
without that wish of death, without that wish of death, | |
without that wish of death | |
Just like they were in some nonexistent past. | |
Reaching for peace, reaching for order | |
You' ve got hysterical eyes | |
And yet you always believe | |
It' s like a deathwish riding | |
On the tips of the breeze | |
I' ve got this bad taste dripping | |
From the sides of my sleeves | |
And I' ve got this cold spine shiver | |
As I' m watching the screen | |
I see these big grins | |
Wearing all the White that they can | |
Don' t bother painting a picture | |
With all your cracked and broken up fingers | |
It' s a fiction of function | |
That keeps this vision from crumbling | |
And if we keep the encryption | |
The code will Break Us Down | |
They knew that, for them, their only wish was to vanish into the ether | |
In hopes of , one day, returning to this world as flesh and blood | |
Capable of err, capable of love | |
But they knew their virtual existence was without time | |
And it was this deep and infinite sadness | |
That brought these two iron souls | |
And their heartwrenching tale | |
To their greatest passion and their greatest demise | |
You' ve got hysterical eyes | |
And yet you always believe | |
It' s like a deathwish riding | |
On the tips of the breeze | |
I' ve got this bad taste dripping | |
From the sides of my sleeves | |
And I' ve got this cold spine shiver | |
As I' m watching the screen | |
I see these big grins | |
Wearing all the White that they can | |
Don' t bother painting a picture | |
With all your cracked and broken up fingers | |
It' s a fiction of function | |
That keeps this vision from crumbling | |
And if we keep the encryption | |
The code will Break Us Down |
zuò cí : ài shū huá | |
zuò qǔ : ài shū huá | |
Music and Lyrics by Joshua C. Love ài shū huá | |
Recorded Mixed at Butterfly Temples Toronto | |
Mastered by Alex Saltz APS Mastering NYC | |
Piano pounds and they look up startled | |
It' s like a love story, where these two broken souls find power for the first time | |
But the moment their eyes meet, they' re doomed to an eternity of conflict, waiting to be given the chance to be reborn | |
without that wish of death, without that wish of death, | |
without that wish of death | |
Just like they were in some nonexistent past. | |
Reaching for peace, reaching for order | |
You' ve got hysterical eyes | |
And yet you always believe | |
It' s like a deathwish riding | |
On the tips of the breeze | |
I' ve got this bad taste dripping | |
From the sides of my sleeves | |
And I' ve got this cold spine shiver | |
As I' m watching the screen | |
I see these big grins | |
Wearing all the White that they can | |
Don' t bother painting a picture | |
With all your cracked and broken up fingers | |
It' s a fiction of function | |
That keeps this vision from crumbling | |
And if we keep the encryption | |
The code will Break Us Down | |
They knew that, for them, their only wish was to vanish into the ether | |
In hopes of , one day, returning to this world as flesh and blood | |
Capable of err, capable of love | |
But they knew their virtual existence was without time | |
And it was this deep and infinite sadness | |
That brought these two iron souls | |
And their heartwrenching tale | |
To their greatest passion and their greatest demise | |
You' ve got hysterical eyes | |
And yet you always believe | |
It' s like a deathwish riding | |
On the tips of the breeze | |
I' ve got this bad taste dripping | |
From the sides of my sleeves | |
And I' ve got this cold spine shiver | |
As I' m watching the screen | |
I see these big grins | |
Wearing all the White that they can | |
Don' t bother painting a picture | |
With all your cracked and broken up fingers | |
It' s a fiction of function | |
That keeps this vision from crumbling | |
And if we keep the encryption | |
The code will Break Us Down |