| 歌曲 | Split |
| 歌手 | Currents |
| 专辑 | The Way It Ends |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Chris Wiseman/Brian Willie/Ryan Castaldi/Matt Young | |
| 作曲 : Chris Wiseman/Brian Willie/Ryan Castaldi/Matt Young | |
| Well I’ve found in my search | |
| For clarity | |
| That nothing I’ve lost | |
| Belongs to me | |
| I’ll never take the fall | |
| Or crawl on my knees | |
| For this dread I won’t let | |
| Consume my dreams | |
| Will we | |
| Ever find the art in the atrophy? | |
| Shame painted on the walls | |
| Etched in the stone cold face of me dying alone | |
| There is nothing worth the wait | |
| For peace, I’m always counting | |
| Every second I don’t break | |
| Do you even care? | |
| I’m split in my head | |
| I’m torn between the things I know | |
| And the ways I cope | |
| I’m sinking again | |
| With the thought you need to grow | |
| But you know you won’t | |
| In & out, playing tricks on my shadow self | |
| You said that I can’t be a quitter | |
| Spilling lies under the guise of getting better | |
| Yeah, I’m | |
| “getting better,” | |
| Never better balanced | |
| I’m starting to crack images | |
| Nailed to cross & eulogies | |
| For the fallen hope that withers every second I believe | |
| Come to find that some things are exactly as they seem | |
| I’m split in my head | |
| I’m torn between the things I know | |
| And the ways I cope | |
| I’m sinking again | |
| With the thought you need to grow | |
| But you know you won’t | |
| It’s hard to see compassion through the red | |
| Bitter Hate has taken center stage again | |
| But I’m not done fighting with the world I’m in | |
| Are you sick of it yet; all this pity? |
| zuo ci : Chris Wiseman Brian Willie Ryan Castaldi Matt Young | |
| zuo qu : Chris Wiseman Brian Willie Ryan Castaldi Matt Young | |
| Well I' ve found in my search | |
| For clarity | |
| That nothing I' ve lost | |
| Belongs to me | |
| I' ll never take the fall | |
| Or crawl on my knees | |
| For this dread I won' t let | |
| Consume my dreams | |
| Will we | |
| Ever find the art in the atrophy? | |
| Shame painted on the walls | |
| Etched in the stone cold face of me dying alone | |
| There is nothing worth the wait | |
| For peace, I' m always counting | |
| Every second I don' t break | |
| Do you even care? | |
| I' m split in my head | |
| I' m torn between the things I know | |
| And the ways I cope | |
| I' m sinking again | |
| With the thought you need to grow | |
| But you know you won' t | |
| In out, playing tricks on my shadow self | |
| You said that I can' t be a quitter | |
| Spilling lies under the guise of getting better | |
| Yeah, I' m | |
| " getting better, " | |
| Never better balanced | |
| I' m starting to crack images | |
| Nailed to cross eulogies | |
| For the fallen hope that withers every second I believe | |
| Come to find that some things are exactly as they seem | |
| I' m split in my head | |
| I' m torn between the things I know | |
| And the ways I cope | |
| I' m sinking again | |
| With the thought you need to grow | |
| But you know you won' t | |
| It' s hard to see compassion through the red | |
| Bitter Hate has taken center stage again | |
| But I' m not done fighting with the world I' m in | |
| Are you sick of it yet all this pity? |
| zuò cí : Chris Wiseman Brian Willie Ryan Castaldi Matt Young | |
| zuò qǔ : Chris Wiseman Brian Willie Ryan Castaldi Matt Young | |
| Well I' ve found in my search | |
| For clarity | |
| That nothing I' ve lost | |
| Belongs to me | |
| I' ll never take the fall | |
| Or crawl on my knees | |
| For this dread I won' t let | |
| Consume my dreams | |
| Will we | |
| Ever find the art in the atrophy? | |
| Shame painted on the walls | |
| Etched in the stone cold face of me dying alone | |
| There is nothing worth the wait | |
| For peace, I' m always counting | |
| Every second I don' t break | |
| Do you even care? | |
| I' m split in my head | |
| I' m torn between the things I know | |
| And the ways I cope | |
| I' m sinking again | |
| With the thought you need to grow | |
| But you know you won' t | |
| In out, playing tricks on my shadow self | |
| You said that I can' t be a quitter | |
| Spilling lies under the guise of getting better | |
| Yeah, I' m | |
| " getting better, " | |
| Never better balanced | |
| I' m starting to crack images | |
| Nailed to cross eulogies | |
| For the fallen hope that withers every second I believe | |
| Come to find that some things are exactly as they seem | |
| I' m split in my head | |
| I' m torn between the things I know | |
| And the ways I cope | |
| I' m sinking again | |
| With the thought you need to grow | |
| But you know you won' t | |
| It' s hard to see compassion through the red | |
| Bitter Hate has taken center stage again | |
| But I' m not done fighting with the world I' m in | |
| Are you sick of it yet all this pity? |