歌曲 | Your Beloved Scapegoat |
歌手 | Soilwork |
专辑 | Sworn To A Great Divide |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Frenning, Strid | |
So the idol you preached | |
Has turned to nothing | |
It was making your way | |
Through the dust | |
When searching | |
You never thought | |
It would give you up | |
Your beloved scapegoat | |
You never thought | |
It would interrupt | |
Your sweet escape | |
Those were the times when | |
You cranked it all up | |
You soared for the moment | |
Without wings to lift up... | |
I'm crossing that | |
Line with a state of mind | |
One more night missed out | |
As if I was blind to the fact | |
It won't wait... | |
Won't you carry me home? | |
Did you do it all for nothing | |
Or did it make you | |
Sure of something | |
No matter the subjection | |
Or the mystery of life | |
Was just put on hold | |
You will always treasure the things | |
That reject you and possess you | |
Breeding new life through | |
The eyes of the insane | |
And it all comes down to you | |
Those were the times when | |
You cranked it all up | |
You soared for the moment | |
Without wings to lift up | |
But tonight | |
I'm crossing that line | |
With a state of mind | |
One more night missed out | |
As if I was blind to the fact | |
It won't wait | |
Won't you carry me home? | |
Nothing can touch such | |
A mind in distress | |
Won't you find another | |
Bright solution | |
Crossing that river | |
Get away with what's left | |
Eternally stuck in the | |
Realm of confusion | |
But tonight | |
I'm crossing that line | |
With a state of mind | |
One more night missed out | |
As if I was blind to the fact | |
It won't wait | |
Won't you carry me home? | |
I'm crossing that line | |
With a state of mind | |
One more night missed out | |
As if I was blind to the fact | |
It won't wait | |
Won't you carry me home | |
Carry me... |
zuo ci : Frenning, Strid | |
So the idol you preached | |
Has turned to nothing | |
It was making your way | |
Through the dust | |
When searching | |
You never thought | |
It would give you up | |
Your beloved scapegoat | |
You never thought | |
It would interrupt | |
Your sweet escape | |
Those were the times when | |
You cranked it all up | |
You soared for the moment | |
Without wings to lift up... | |
I' m crossing that | |
Line with a state of mind | |
One more night missed out | |
As if I was blind to the fact | |
It won' t wait... | |
Won' t you carry me home? | |
Did you do it all for nothing | |
Or did it make you | |
Sure of something | |
No matter the subjection | |
Or the mystery of life | |
Was just put on hold | |
You will always treasure the things | |
That reject you and possess you | |
Breeding new life through | |
The eyes of the insane | |
And it all comes down to you | |
Those were the times when | |
You cranked it all up | |
You soared for the moment | |
Without wings to lift up | |
But tonight | |
I' m crossing that line | |
With a state of mind | |
One more night missed out | |
As if I was blind to the fact | |
It won' t wait | |
Won' t you carry me home? | |
Nothing can touch such | |
A mind in distress | |
Won' t you find another | |
Bright solution | |
Crossing that river | |
Get away with what' s left | |
Eternally stuck in the | |
Realm of confusion | |
But tonight | |
I' m crossing that line | |
With a state of mind | |
One more night missed out | |
As if I was blind to the fact | |
It won' t wait | |
Won' t you carry me home? | |
I' m crossing that line | |
With a state of mind | |
One more night missed out | |
As if I was blind to the fact | |
It won' t wait | |
Won' t you carry me home | |
Carry me... |
zuò cí : Frenning, Strid | |
So the idol you preached | |
Has turned to nothing | |
It was making your way | |
Through the dust | |
When searching | |
You never thought | |
It would give you up | |
Your beloved scapegoat | |
You never thought | |
It would interrupt | |
Your sweet escape | |
Those were the times when | |
You cranked it all up | |
You soared for the moment | |
Without wings to lift up... | |
I' m crossing that | |
Line with a state of mind | |
One more night missed out | |
As if I was blind to the fact | |
It won' t wait... | |
Won' t you carry me home? | |
Did you do it all for nothing | |
Or did it make you | |
Sure of something | |
No matter the subjection | |
Or the mystery of life | |
Was just put on hold | |
You will always treasure the things | |
That reject you and possess you | |
Breeding new life through | |
The eyes of the insane | |
And it all comes down to you | |
Those were the times when | |
You cranked it all up | |
You soared for the moment | |
Without wings to lift up | |
But tonight | |
I' m crossing that line | |
With a state of mind | |
One more night missed out | |
As if I was blind to the fact | |
It won' t wait | |
Won' t you carry me home? | |
Nothing can touch such | |
A mind in distress | |
Won' t you find another | |
Bright solution | |
Crossing that river | |
Get away with what' s left | |
Eternally stuck in the | |
Realm of confusion | |
But tonight | |
I' m crossing that line | |
With a state of mind | |
One more night missed out | |
As if I was blind to the fact | |
It won' t wait | |
Won' t you carry me home? | |
I' m crossing that line | |
With a state of mind | |
One more night missed out | |
As if I was blind to the fact | |
It won' t wait | |
Won' t you carry me home | |
Carry me... |