歌曲 | Pressure The Hinges |
歌手 | Haste the Day |
专辑 | Concerning The Way It Was |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Haste The Day | |
And now I'm running out of reasons | |
And I spoke too soon | |
The clock weighs on the counter top | |
Everything is sinking through the floor | |
You hold the door and I'll pressure the hinges | |
Would you trust these locks? | |
And sleep to hide you secrets? | |
Dodging bullets is easier when you don't believe in fate. | |
And I swear, I swear we won't make it obvious when we turn around again. | |
What are you afraid of? | |
Are you scared you're not alone? | |
You keep running out | |
Turn around again | |
You aspire to be helpless, hopeless | |
Burning all your dreams | |
I'm running low on secrets that will quench your thirsty ears. | |
And I'm counting the seconds between distraction and the moment. | |
Fifteen seconds till melt down. | |
Fifteen seconds till the roof will hit the floor. | |
I see the light in the stairway and the floor is littered with maps and hotel keys. | |
So we turn around again. | |
What are you afraid of? | |
Are you scared you're not alone? | |
You keep running out | |
Turn around again | |
You aspire to be helpless, hopeless | |
Burning all your dreams | |
Wear the robe of pig skin and he'll wear the crown. | |
He'll run and he'll run and he'll run till you stop him. | |
I see your eyes changing and your passion's gone again. | |
You're still running out. | |
We desire to be comfort in this broken world you're in. | |
Fifteen seconds till... | |
fifteen seconds till... |
zuo qu : Haste The Day | |
And now I' m running out of reasons | |
And I spoke too soon | |
The clock weighs on the counter top | |
Everything is sinking through the floor | |
You hold the door and I' ll pressure the hinges | |
Would you trust these locks? | |
And sleep to hide you secrets? | |
Dodging bullets is easier when you don' t believe in fate. | |
And I swear, I swear we won' t make it obvious when we turn around again. | |
What are you afraid of? | |
Are you scared you' re not alone? | |
You keep running out | |
Turn around again | |
You aspire to be helpless, hopeless | |
Burning all your dreams | |
I' m running low on secrets that will quench your thirsty ears. | |
And I' m counting the seconds between distraction and the moment. | |
Fifteen seconds till melt down. | |
Fifteen seconds till the roof will hit the floor. | |
I see the light in the stairway and the floor is littered with maps and hotel keys. | |
So we turn around again. | |
What are you afraid of? | |
Are you scared you' re not alone? | |
You keep running out | |
Turn around again | |
You aspire to be helpless, hopeless | |
Burning all your dreams | |
Wear the robe of pig skin and he' ll wear the crown. | |
He' ll run and he' ll run and he' ll run till you stop him. | |
I see your eyes changing and your passion' s gone again. | |
You' re still running out. | |
We desire to be comfort in this broken world you' re in. | |
Fifteen seconds till... | |
fifteen seconds till... |
zuò qǔ : Haste The Day | |
And now I' m running out of reasons | |
And I spoke too soon | |
The clock weighs on the counter top | |
Everything is sinking through the floor | |
You hold the door and I' ll pressure the hinges | |
Would you trust these locks? | |
And sleep to hide you secrets? | |
Dodging bullets is easier when you don' t believe in fate. | |
And I swear, I swear we won' t make it obvious when we turn around again. | |
What are you afraid of? | |
Are you scared you' re not alone? | |
You keep running out | |
Turn around again | |
You aspire to be helpless, hopeless | |
Burning all your dreams | |
I' m running low on secrets that will quench your thirsty ears. | |
And I' m counting the seconds between distraction and the moment. | |
Fifteen seconds till melt down. | |
Fifteen seconds till the roof will hit the floor. | |
I see the light in the stairway and the floor is littered with maps and hotel keys. | |
So we turn around again. | |
What are you afraid of? | |
Are you scared you' re not alone? | |
You keep running out | |
Turn around again | |
You aspire to be helpless, hopeless | |
Burning all your dreams | |
Wear the robe of pig skin and he' ll wear the crown. | |
He' ll run and he' ll run and he' ll run till you stop him. | |
I see your eyes changing and your passion' s gone again. | |
You' re still running out. | |
We desire to be comfort in this broken world you' re in. | |
Fifteen seconds till... | |
fifteen seconds till... |