歌曲 | Over the Edge It Goes |
歌手 | Au4 |
专辑 | And Down Goes The Sky |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
(Verse One) | |
All the pieces that I have | |
Of everything that I am, | |
I stash away inside | |
This shiny small, empty little box of mine. | |
And when I put it there | |
It disappears in thin air, | |
To keep it safe from you | |
From him, and her, | |
From all of us and even me too. | |
(Verse Two) | |
One day I found a beam | |
Of sun intended for me, | |
In arms I held it close | |
But smothered it and drowned it out in doing so. | |
And so I opened up | |
The box to store all I love, | |
Inside I hid it well. | |
Now there's nothing to show and even less, | |
There's nothing to tell. | |
(Chorus) | |
So many of the small things lost | |
Already in the box I've got. | |
Put it in and there's no finding | |
It has a way of forever hiding. | |
Bits and pieces of a makeshift man | |
Thrown together like a heap of sand. | |
All the sympathies and double-crosses | |
The water comes and then away it washes. | |
Keep it real and keep it clean | |
And think of everything I've ever seen. | |
All the parts of me that I remember | |
Are reconstructions of the 'who I wish I were'. | |
All the purities are better saved, | |
Any innocents that might remain, | |
Ever gone, forever out of contact. | |
The little box I have will never give it back. | |
(Bridge) | |
Over the edge it goes, further into… | |
No one knows. |
Verse One | |
All the pieces that I have | |
Of everything that I am, | |
I stash away inside | |
This shiny small, empty little box of mine. | |
And when I put it there | |
It disappears in thin air, | |
To keep it safe from you | |
From him, and her, | |
From all of us and even me too. | |
Verse Two | |
One day I found a beam | |
Of sun intended for me, | |
In arms I held it close | |
But smothered it and drowned it out in doing so. | |
And so I opened up | |
The box to store all I love, | |
Inside I hid it well. | |
Now there' s nothing to show and even less, | |
There' s nothing to tell. | |
Chorus | |
So many of the small things lost | |
Already in the box I' ve got. | |
Put it in and there' s no finding | |
It has a way of forever hiding. | |
Bits and pieces of a makeshift man | |
Thrown together like a heap of sand. | |
All the sympathies and doublecrosses | |
The water comes and then away it washes. | |
Keep it real and keep it clean | |
And think of everything I' ve ever seen. | |
All the parts of me that I remember | |
Are reconstructions of the ' who I wish I were'. | |
All the purities are better saved, | |
Any innocents that might remain, | |
Ever gone, forever out of contact. | |
The little box I have will never give it back. | |
Bridge | |
Over the edge it goes, further into | |
No one knows. |
Verse One | |
All the pieces that I have | |
Of everything that I am, | |
I stash away inside | |
This shiny small, empty little box of mine. | |
And when I put it there | |
It disappears in thin air, | |
To keep it safe from you | |
From him, and her, | |
From all of us and even me too. | |
Verse Two | |
One day I found a beam | |
Of sun intended for me, | |
In arms I held it close | |
But smothered it and drowned it out in doing so. | |
And so I opened up | |
The box to store all I love, | |
Inside I hid it well. | |
Now there' s nothing to show and even less, | |
There' s nothing to tell. | |
Chorus | |
So many of the small things lost | |
Already in the box I' ve got. | |
Put it in and there' s no finding | |
It has a way of forever hiding. | |
Bits and pieces of a makeshift man | |
Thrown together like a heap of sand. | |
All the sympathies and doublecrosses | |
The water comes and then away it washes. | |
Keep it real and keep it clean | |
And think of everything I' ve ever seen. | |
All the parts of me that I remember | |
Are reconstructions of the ' who I wish I were'. | |
All the purities are better saved, | |
Any innocents that might remain, | |
Ever gone, forever out of contact. | |
The little box I have will never give it back. | |
Bridge | |
Over the edge it goes, further into | |
No one knows. |