歌曲 | Not Alright By Me |
歌手 | Vintage Trouble |
专辑 | The Bomb Shelter Sessions |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Something hit me deep | |
On my sunset walk through the streets | |
I could see and hear | |
But I couldn’t feel or breathe | |
From tuning out this static world | |
I’ve lost the sense of peace | |
And that’s not alright by me | |
The LA Times and Channel 5 | |
And New York Magazine | |
They stain my soul | |
And I know you know what I mean | |
They tear apart the hopeful heart | |
Til it doesn’t bleed or dream | |
And that’s not alright by me | |
Pull on the rope that lifts the sun back to the sky | |
Hold a hand. Cry on a shoulder. | |
Whistle in the wind and open up your eyes. | |
And feel again. | |
Feel again. | |
Where the roads cross | |
And time stands still | |
I’m frozen in my tracks | |
Against my will | |
The streetlight is dimming | |
And it won’t shine again until | |
I say “It’s not alright by me” | |
Not alright by me | |
Not alright by me | |
Not alright by me | |
Not alright by me |
Something hit me deep | |
On my sunset walk through the streets | |
I could see and hear | |
But I couldn' t feel or breathe | |
From tuning out this static world | |
I' ve lost the sense of peace | |
And that' s not alright by me | |
The LA Times and Channel 5 | |
And New York Magazine | |
They stain my soul | |
And I know you know what I mean | |
They tear apart the hopeful heart | |
Til it doesn' t bleed or dream | |
And that' s not alright by me | |
Pull on the rope that lifts the sun back to the sky | |
Hold a hand. Cry on a shoulder. | |
Whistle in the wind and open up your eyes. | |
And feel again. | |
Feel again. | |
Where the roads cross | |
And time stands still | |
I' m frozen in my tracks | |
Against my will | |
The streetlight is dimming | |
And it won' t shine again until | |
I say " It' s not alright by me" | |
Not alright by me | |
Not alright by me | |
Not alright by me | |
Not alright by me |
Something hit me deep | |
On my sunset walk through the streets | |
I could see and hear | |
But I couldn' t feel or breathe | |
From tuning out this static world | |
I' ve lost the sense of peace | |
And that' s not alright by me | |
The LA Times and Channel 5 | |
And New York Magazine | |
They stain my soul | |
And I know you know what I mean | |
They tear apart the hopeful heart | |
Til it doesn' t bleed or dream | |
And that' s not alright by me | |
Pull on the rope that lifts the sun back to the sky | |
Hold a hand. Cry on a shoulder. | |
Whistle in the wind and open up your eyes. | |
And feel again. | |
Feel again. | |
Where the roads cross | |
And time stands still | |
I' m frozen in my tracks | |
Against my will | |
The streetlight is dimming | |
And it won' t shine again until | |
I say " It' s not alright by me" | |
Not alright by me | |
Not alright by me | |
Not alright by me | |
Not alright by me |