歌曲 | Broke The Brakes |
歌手 | Vaux |
专辑 | There Must Be Some Way To Stop Them |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Vaux | |
I made the field and the wall | |
And I will watch it grow. | |
Till towers crumble and fall | |
And waters no longer flow. | |
It抯 always now, and time can抰 be cheated. | |
Condemned to the past just to repeat it. | |
It抯 all too real as | |
I stare at the ceiling. | |
One hand on the deck. | |
One hand for the dealing. | |
This is the time, this is the place | |
I抦 seeking. | |
Made it here and | |
I抦 not leaving. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. | |
These are the chords that set the whole scene reeling. | |
Broke the breaks when we all start stealing. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it, again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. | |
Close on the end and all that it抯 bringing. | |
Hold on to my head to block out the ringing. | |
It抯 all too late as the tick marks a feeling. | |
One for the deck and one for the dealing. | |
This is the time, this is the place | |
I抦 seeking. | |
Made it here and | |
I抦 not leaving. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. | |
These are the chords that set the whole scene reeling. | |
Broke the breaks when we all start stealing. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it, again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. | |
I made the field and the wall | |
And I will watch them die. | |
Till towers crumble and fall | |
And the sun drops from the sky. | |
This is the time, this is the place | |
I抦 seeking. | |
Made it here and | |
I抦 not leaving. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. | |
These are the chords that set the whole scene reeling. | |
Broke the breaks when we all start stealing. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it, again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. | |
It抯 all too real as | |
I stare at the ceiling. | |
One hand on the deck. | |
One hand for the dealing. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it, again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. |
zuo qu : Vaux | |
I made the field and the wall | |
And I will watch it grow. | |
Till towers crumble and fall | |
And waters no longer flow. | |
It always now, and time can be cheated. | |
Condemned to the past just to repeat it. | |
It all too real as | |
I stare at the ceiling. | |
One hand on the deck. | |
One hand for the dealing. | |
This is the time, this is the place | |
I seeking. | |
Made it here and | |
I not leaving. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. | |
These are the chords that set the whole scene reeling. | |
Broke the breaks when we all start stealing. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it, again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. | |
Close on the end and all that it bringing. | |
Hold on to my head to block out the ringing. | |
It all too late as the tick marks a feeling. | |
One for the deck and one for the dealing. | |
This is the time, this is the place | |
I seeking. | |
Made it here and | |
I not leaving. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. | |
These are the chords that set the whole scene reeling. | |
Broke the breaks when we all start stealing. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it, again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. | |
I made the field and the wall | |
And I will watch them die. | |
Till towers crumble and fall | |
And the sun drops from the sky. | |
This is the time, this is the place | |
I seeking. | |
Made it here and | |
I not leaving. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. | |
These are the chords that set the whole scene reeling. | |
Broke the breaks when we all start stealing. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it, again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. | |
It all too real as | |
I stare at the ceiling. | |
One hand on the deck. | |
One hand for the dealing. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it, again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. |
zuò qǔ : Vaux | |
I made the field and the wall | |
And I will watch it grow. | |
Till towers crumble and fall | |
And waters no longer flow. | |
It always now, and time can be cheated. | |
Condemned to the past just to repeat it. | |
It all too real as | |
I stare at the ceiling. | |
One hand on the deck. | |
One hand for the dealing. | |
This is the time, this is the place | |
I seeking. | |
Made it here and | |
I not leaving. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. | |
These are the chords that set the whole scene reeling. | |
Broke the breaks when we all start stealing. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it, again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. | |
Close on the end and all that it bringing. | |
Hold on to my head to block out the ringing. | |
It all too late as the tick marks a feeling. | |
One for the deck and one for the dealing. | |
This is the time, this is the place | |
I seeking. | |
Made it here and | |
I not leaving. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. | |
These are the chords that set the whole scene reeling. | |
Broke the breaks when we all start stealing. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it, again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. | |
I made the field and the wall | |
And I will watch them die. | |
Till towers crumble and fall | |
And the sun drops from the sky. | |
This is the time, this is the place | |
I seeking. | |
Made it here and | |
I not leaving. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. | |
These are the chords that set the whole scene reeling. | |
Broke the breaks when we all start stealing. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it, again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. | |
It all too real as | |
I stare at the ceiling. | |
One hand on the deck. | |
One hand for the dealing. | |
I need it, and call it, and want it, again and, | |
For all, to know our days set. |