歌曲 | If My Tongue Could Talk |
歌手 | The Reason |
专辑 | Things Couldn't Be Better |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Reason, White | |
This tongue in me won't sing, won't speak | |
These lungs won't breathe | |
And it's getting to me | |
Those eyes can't see what's inside me | |
They try, but they can't get it out | |
And it burns | |
And it permeates on the tip of my tongue | |
Not a liar, though | |
I wish I was one | |
If I could sing these words, one thing | |
It burns, it stings | |
And it's moving through me | |
So I decide to keep it inside | |
Hold tight. | |
Hold it 'til it's too late | |
So spit it out! | |
As it permeates | |
As it suffocates me | |
On the tip of my tongue | |
As it burns | |
I can't breathe | |
So it turns | |
And it suffocates in what's left of my lungs | |
And it burns | |
And it permeates on what's left of the tip of my tongue | |
Not a liar, though | |
I wish I was one | |
I can't speak |
zuo qu : Reason, White | |
This tongue in me won' t sing, won' t speak | |
These lungs won' t breathe | |
And it' s getting to me | |
Those eyes can' t see what' s inside me | |
They try, but they can' t get it out | |
And it burns | |
And it permeates on the tip of my tongue | |
Not a liar, though | |
I wish I was one | |
If I could sing these words, one thing | |
It burns, it stings | |
And it' s moving through me | |
So I decide to keep it inside | |
Hold tight. | |
Hold it ' til it' s too late | |
So spit it out! | |
As it permeates | |
As it suffocates me | |
On the tip of my tongue | |
As it burns | |
I can' t breathe | |
So it turns | |
And it suffocates in what' s left of my lungs | |
And it burns | |
And it permeates on what' s left of the tip of my tongue | |
Not a liar, though | |
I wish I was one | |
I can' t speak |
zuò qǔ : Reason, White | |
This tongue in me won' t sing, won' t speak | |
These lungs won' t breathe | |
And it' s getting to me | |
Those eyes can' t see what' s inside me | |
They try, but they can' t get it out | |
And it burns | |
And it permeates on the tip of my tongue | |
Not a liar, though | |
I wish I was one | |
If I could sing these words, one thing | |
It burns, it stings | |
And it' s moving through me | |
So I decide to keep it inside | |
Hold tight. | |
Hold it ' til it' s too late | |
So spit it out! | |
As it permeates | |
As it suffocates me | |
On the tip of my tongue | |
As it burns | |
I can' t breathe | |
So it turns | |
And it suffocates in what' s left of my lungs | |
And it burns | |
And it permeates on what' s left of the tip of my tongue | |
Not a liar, though | |
I wish I was one | |
I can' t speak |