歌曲 | Rumors Of My Demise Have Been Greatly Exaggerated |
歌手 | Rise Against |
专辑 | Siren Song Of The Counter-Culture |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Rise Against | |
So please don't ask me how | |
I ended up at my wits end and breaking down | |
Pages torn from books we never read, | |
Cuz we're plugged into this grid | |
Don't pull this plug right now, | |
Or then we really have to live | |
[pre-chorus] | |
When I die, will they remember not | |
What I did, but what I haven't done | |
It's not the end, that I fear with each breathe | |
It's life that scares me to death | |
[chorus] | |
When we built these dreams on sand, | |
How they all slipped through our hands | |
And this might be our only chance | |
Let's take this one day at a time, | |
I'll hold your hand if you hold mine | |
The time that we kill keeps us alive | |
Your words won't save me now | |
I'm at the edge feeling the sweat drip from my brow | |
Get a grip on yourself is what they say, | |
Every hour every day | |
Hands over my ears, | |
I've been screaming all these years! | |
[pre-chorus/chorus] | |
[bridge] | |
We came in search of answers! | |
We left empty handed again! | |
Shots fired into the sky | |
Are now returning! | |
Where the fuck will you hide! | |
From the laughter in the closet, some alive | |
But the door hinges are squeeking letting in thin shards of light | |
And now our hands extending outward, | |
Quiet comfort they invite, | |
And do we dare take what they offer? | |
Do we step into the light? | |
[prechorus/chorus] | |
[chorus] |
zuo qu : Rise Against | |
So please don' t ask me how | |
I ended up at my wits end and breaking down | |
Pages torn from books we never read, | |
Cuz we' re plugged into this grid | |
Don' t pull this plug right now, | |
Or then we really have to live | |
prechorus | |
When I die, will they remember not | |
What I did, but what I haven' t done | |
It' s not the end, that I fear with each breathe | |
It' s life that scares me to death | |
chorus | |
When we built these dreams on sand, | |
How they all slipped through our hands | |
And this might be our only chance | |
Let' s take this one day at a time, | |
I' ll hold your hand if you hold mine | |
The time that we kill keeps us alive | |
Your words won' t save me now | |
I' m at the edge feeling the sweat drip from my brow | |
Get a grip on yourself is what they say, | |
Every hour every day | |
Hands over my ears, | |
I' ve been screaming all these years! | |
prechorus chorus | |
bridge | |
We came in search of answers! | |
We left empty handed again! | |
Shots fired into the sky | |
Are now returning! | |
Where the fuck will you hide! | |
From the laughter in the closet, some alive | |
But the door hinges are squeeking letting in thin shards of light | |
And now our hands extending outward, | |
Quiet comfort they invite, | |
And do we dare take what they offer? | |
Do we step into the light? | |
prechorus chorus | |
chorus |
zuò qǔ : Rise Against | |
So please don' t ask me how | |
I ended up at my wits end and breaking down | |
Pages torn from books we never read, | |
Cuz we' re plugged into this grid | |
Don' t pull this plug right now, | |
Or then we really have to live | |
prechorus | |
When I die, will they remember not | |
What I did, but what I haven' t done | |
It' s not the end, that I fear with each breathe | |
It' s life that scares me to death | |
chorus | |
When we built these dreams on sand, | |
How they all slipped through our hands | |
And this might be our only chance | |
Let' s take this one day at a time, | |
I' ll hold your hand if you hold mine | |
The time that we kill keeps us alive | |
Your words won' t save me now | |
I' m at the edge feeling the sweat drip from my brow | |
Get a grip on yourself is what they say, | |
Every hour every day | |
Hands over my ears, | |
I' ve been screaming all these years! | |
prechorus chorus | |
bridge | |
We came in search of answers! | |
We left empty handed again! | |
Shots fired into the sky | |
Are now returning! | |
Where the fuck will you hide! | |
From the laughter in the closet, some alive | |
But the door hinges are squeeking letting in thin shards of light | |
And now our hands extending outward, | |
Quiet comfort they invite, | |
And do we dare take what they offer? | |
Do we step into the light? | |
prechorus chorus | |
chorus |