作曲 : Lightburn | |
Head and shoulders above all the rest, you climb to the top of the list. | |
My love, the strain on my shoulders. Reminds me of the night when I first gazed upon a face that makes eyes swell. | |
With tears that just won't quell | |
this riotous beat of a heart that can only feed on the darkness | |
of a hell below us. | |
Overwrought tearing apart our every thought of hope to save one soul | |
a hope to make me whole again. | |
Down from a hundred to one. | |
Count. Down from a hundred to one. | |
Lord, pray that you bring us a sun tomorrow. | |
Out of a wedlock cosmo torn, a place where healing starts, holding a berlin heart. | |
Are you fading? Don't stop waiting. | |
Donors of excitement in this berlin heart. | |
Fight our way to the top of the list | |
without anything but a fistful of a glory that can only come from a power that gives and takes us all. | |
Don't come fro me I'll come to you. | |
Don't come for me. I'm counting. | |
Down from a hundred to one. | |
Count. Down from a hundred to one. | |
Count. Down from a hundred to one. | |
Count. Down From a hundred to one. | |
Count. Down from a hundred to one. |
zuo qu : Lightburn | |
Head and shoulders above all the rest, you climb to the top of the list. | |
My love, the strain on my shoulders. Reminds me of the night when I first gazed upon a face that makes eyes swell. | |
With tears that just won' t quell | |
this riotous beat of a heart that can only feed on the darkness | |
of a hell below us. | |
Overwrought tearing apart our every thought of hope to save one soul | |
a hope to make me whole again. | |
Down from a hundred to one. | |
Count. Down from a hundred to one. | |
Lord, pray that you bring us a sun tomorrow. | |
Out of a wedlock cosmo torn, a place where healing starts, holding a berlin heart. | |
Are you fading? Don' t stop waiting. | |
Donors of excitement in this berlin heart. | |
Fight our way to the top of the list | |
without anything but a fistful of a glory that can only come from a power that gives and takes us all. | |
Don' t come fro me I' ll come to you. | |
Don' t come for me. I' m counting. | |
Down from a hundred to one. | |
Count. Down from a hundred to one. | |
Count. Down from a hundred to one. | |
Count. Down From a hundred to one. | |
Count. Down from a hundred to one. |
zuò qǔ : Lightburn | |
Head and shoulders above all the rest, you climb to the top of the list. | |
My love, the strain on my shoulders. Reminds me of the night when I first gazed upon a face that makes eyes swell. | |
With tears that just won' t quell | |
this riotous beat of a heart that can only feed on the darkness | |
of a hell below us. | |
Overwrought tearing apart our every thought of hope to save one soul | |
a hope to make me whole again. | |
Down from a hundred to one. | |
Count. Down from a hundred to one. | |
Lord, pray that you bring us a sun tomorrow. | |
Out of a wedlock cosmo torn, a place where healing starts, holding a berlin heart. | |
Are you fading? Don' t stop waiting. | |
Donors of excitement in this berlin heart. | |
Fight our way to the top of the list | |
without anything but a fistful of a glory that can only come from a power that gives and takes us all. | |
Don' t come fro me I' ll come to you. | |
Don' t come for me. I' m counting. | |
Down from a hundred to one. | |
Count. Down from a hundred to one. | |
Count. Down from a hundred to one. | |
Count. Down From a hundred to one. | |
Count. Down from a hundred to one. |