歌曲 | Scents And Sensibility |
歌手 | Yellow Red Sparks |
专辑 | Yellow Red Sparks |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
You’re a lot like me you’ve got your sensibility | |
It shouldn’t make you nervous when we’re talking in the breeze | |
Well everyone’s got their idea of who we shouldn’t be | |
But I won’t compromise us all even if it’s killing me | |
Pressed against the rails and Lord you know I chose to die | |
But just because you’re winning doesn’t mean they’re on your side | |
And everyone’s got obstacles they’ll throw into your life | |
But I can’t help you out at all, not until you decide | |
And I won’t miss you anymore | |
And our lips won’t kiss the portions we’ve sold | |
I believe we were framed from the start | |
With all the links that have torn us apart | |
You’re a lot like me you’ve got your sensibility | |
It shouldn’t make you nervous we’re just talking in the breeze | |
Well everyone’s got their idea of who we shouldn’t be | |
But I won’t compromise the salt, the salt you put in me | |
And I won’t miss (mix) you anymore | |
And our lips won’t kiss the portions we’ve sold | |
If I believe we were framed from the start | |
With all the links that have torn us apart | |
Oh darling. Stop calling | |
Oh darling. Stop calling home | |
And I won’t miss (mix) you anymore | |
And our lips won’t kiss the portions we’ve sold | |
Yes I believe we were framed from the start | |
With all the links that have torn us apart |
You' re a lot like me you' ve got your sensibility | |
It shouldn' t make you nervous when we' re talking in the breeze | |
Well everyone' s got their idea of who we shouldn' t be | |
But I won' t compromise us all even if it' s killing me | |
Pressed against the rails and Lord you know I chose to die | |
But just because you' re winning doesn' t mean they' re on your side | |
And everyone' s got obstacles they' ll throw into your life | |
But I can' t help you out at all, not until you decide | |
And I won' t miss you anymore | |
And our lips won' t kiss the portions we' ve sold | |
I believe we were framed from the start | |
With all the links that have torn us apart | |
You' re a lot like me you' ve got your sensibility | |
It shouldn' t make you nervous we' re just talking in the breeze | |
Well everyone' s got their idea of who we shouldn' t be | |
But I won' t compromise the salt, the salt you put in me | |
And I won' t miss mix you anymore | |
And our lips won' t kiss the portions we' ve sold | |
If I believe we were framed from the start | |
With all the links that have torn us apart | |
Oh darling. Stop calling | |
Oh darling. Stop calling home | |
And I won' t miss mix you anymore | |
And our lips won' t kiss the portions we' ve sold | |
Yes I believe we were framed from the start | |
With all the links that have torn us apart |
You' re a lot like me you' ve got your sensibility | |
It shouldn' t make you nervous when we' re talking in the breeze | |
Well everyone' s got their idea of who we shouldn' t be | |
But I won' t compromise us all even if it' s killing me | |
Pressed against the rails and Lord you know I chose to die | |
But just because you' re winning doesn' t mean they' re on your side | |
And everyone' s got obstacles they' ll throw into your life | |
But I can' t help you out at all, not until you decide | |
And I won' t miss you anymore | |
And our lips won' t kiss the portions we' ve sold | |
I believe we were framed from the start | |
With all the links that have torn us apart | |
You' re a lot like me you' ve got your sensibility | |
It shouldn' t make you nervous we' re just talking in the breeze | |
Well everyone' s got their idea of who we shouldn' t be | |
But I won' t compromise the salt, the salt you put in me | |
And I won' t miss mix you anymore | |
And our lips won' t kiss the portions we' ve sold | |
If I believe we were framed from the start | |
With all the links that have torn us apart | |
Oh darling. Stop calling | |
Oh darling. Stop calling home | |
And I won' t miss mix you anymore | |
And our lips won' t kiss the portions we' ve sold | |
Yes I believe we were framed from the start | |
With all the links that have torn us apart |