歌曲 | Cars At Break-Neck Speeds |
歌手 | Sullivan |
专辑 | Hey, I'm a Ghost |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Break the soil, it’s now your home with the rest of us down here. | |
Tell the world what you told me so they know how it feels. | |
You're on and you're off, | |
But you’re up to something, | |
It's a cry for help. | |
Was it worth it to be apart of something if you can't control yourself? | |
And I told myself | |
I wouldn't lie. | |
You'll lie in his sheets | |
And you hear how he speak at the altar, | |
Yet his toiletry bag is still lit with other girls’ hair. | |
Who takes the place of your beautiful face if he loves her? | |
You'll be glad its over. [x2] | |
You'll be glad its... | |
Paper trails don't always lead you home. | |
Lock the door because | |
I'm leaving you tomorrow. | |
Do you always do just what you’re told? | |
Get the shovel and we'll bury you, we'll bury me. | |
And I told myself | |
I wouldn't lie. | |
You'll lie in his sheets | |
And you hear how he speak at the altar, | |
Yet his toiletry bag is still lit with other girls hair. | |
And who takes the place of your beautiful face if he loves her? | |
You'll be glad its over. [x2] | |
You'll be glad its... | |
So don't waste my time and tell me that everything | |
I want’s unfair. | |
Perhaps in another life we'll be together up there. | |
Matters of heartbreak and time, (ohhh) | |
Spirits in tandem with mine. (ohhh) | |
Smear on your rouge and your rouge and your favorite blues for tonight. | |
And you'll lie in his sheets and you hear how he speak at the altar, | |
Yet his toiletry bag is still lit with other girls’ hair. | |
I'm cutting through streets like cars at breakneck speeds with no purpose. | |
I'm so glad its over [x2] | |
I'm so glad its (over) | |
I'm so glad its over [x2] | |
I'm so glad its (over) | |
I'm so glad its over [x2] | |
I'm so glad its (over) | |
I'm so glad its over |
Break the soil, it' s now your home with the rest of us down here. | |
Tell the world what you told me so they know how it feels. | |
You' re on and you' re off, | |
But you' re up to something, | |
It' s a cry for help. | |
Was it worth it to be apart of something if you can' t control yourself? | |
And I told myself | |
I wouldn' t lie. | |
You' ll lie in his sheets | |
And you hear how he speak at the altar, | |
Yet his toiletry bag is still lit with other girls' hair. | |
Who takes the place of your beautiful face if he loves her? | |
You' ll be glad its over. x2 | |
You' ll be glad its... | |
Paper trails don' t always lead you home. | |
Lock the door because | |
I' m leaving you tomorrow. | |
Do you always do just what you' re told? | |
Get the shovel and we' ll bury you, we' ll bury me. | |
And I told myself | |
I wouldn' t lie. | |
You' ll lie in his sheets | |
And you hear how he speak at the altar, | |
Yet his toiletry bag is still lit with other girls hair. | |
And who takes the place of your beautiful face if he loves her? | |
You' ll be glad its over. x2 | |
You' ll be glad its... | |
So don' t waste my time and tell me that everything | |
I want' s unfair. | |
Perhaps in another life we' ll be together up there. | |
Matters of heartbreak and time, ohhh | |
Spirits in tandem with mine. ohhh | |
Smear on your rouge and your rouge and your favorite blues for tonight. | |
And you' ll lie in his sheets and you hear how he speak at the altar, | |
Yet his toiletry bag is still lit with other girls' hair. | |
I' m cutting through streets like cars at breakneck speeds with no purpose. | |
I' m so glad its over x2 | |
I' m so glad its over | |
I' m so glad its over x2 | |
I' m so glad its over | |
I' m so glad its over x2 | |
I' m so glad its over | |
I' m so glad its over |
Break the soil, it' s now your home with the rest of us down here. | |
Tell the world what you told me so they know how it feels. | |
You' re on and you' re off, | |
But you' re up to something, | |
It' s a cry for help. | |
Was it worth it to be apart of something if you can' t control yourself? | |
And I told myself | |
I wouldn' t lie. | |
You' ll lie in his sheets | |
And you hear how he speak at the altar, | |
Yet his toiletry bag is still lit with other girls' hair. | |
Who takes the place of your beautiful face if he loves her? | |
You' ll be glad its over. x2 | |
You' ll be glad its... | |
Paper trails don' t always lead you home. | |
Lock the door because | |
I' m leaving you tomorrow. | |
Do you always do just what you' re told? | |
Get the shovel and we' ll bury you, we' ll bury me. | |
And I told myself | |
I wouldn' t lie. | |
You' ll lie in his sheets | |
And you hear how he speak at the altar, | |
Yet his toiletry bag is still lit with other girls hair. | |
And who takes the place of your beautiful face if he loves her? | |
You' ll be glad its over. x2 | |
You' ll be glad its... | |
So don' t waste my time and tell me that everything | |
I want' s unfair. | |
Perhaps in another life we' ll be together up there. | |
Matters of heartbreak and time, ohhh | |
Spirits in tandem with mine. ohhh | |
Smear on your rouge and your rouge and your favorite blues for tonight. | |
And you' ll lie in his sheets and you hear how he speak at the altar, | |
Yet his toiletry bag is still lit with other girls' hair. | |
I' m cutting through streets like cars at breakneck speeds with no purpose. | |
I' m so glad its over x2 | |
I' m so glad its over | |
I' m so glad its over x2 | |
I' m so glad its over | |
I' m so glad its over x2 | |
I' m so glad its over | |
I' m so glad its over |