Turn Off the Lights. I'm Watching Back to the Future pt. II 歌词
| 歌曲 | Turn Off the Lights. I'm Watching Back to the Future pt. II |
| 歌手 | Dance Gavin Dance |
| 专辑 | Acceptance Speech |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| You always keep me coming back for more | |
| So many faces in the world but I want yours | |
| The way you make me feel inside my bones | |
| I can't remember how it feels to be alone | |
| And when you call my phone late at night | |
| Anticipation always burns me up inside | |
| Shimmy my way down underground, | |
| Polluting airways in my wake (Inside) | |
| Swaying architecture, | |
| Grappling a birthday cake (Inside) | |
| It's analogy backfire, | |
| In the cliché storm of backwards prose (Inside) | |
| Shoot the agony beam | |
| Wearing sacrificial clothes | |
| I haven't slept for weeks | |
| Just a couple more | |
| And I'll be yours | |
| I'll be coming home again | |
| And we'll tear apart those sheets | |
| And forget the world, | |
| A little while | |
| Get to know your form again | |
| ... | |
| Say the part, | |
| Say the phrase, | |
| Say the meaning | |
| I want to hear what you're seeing | |
| Say the part, | |
| Say the phrase, | |
| Say the meaning | |
| I want to know what you're feeling | |
| If it's making sense on time, | |
| Then why do I hear their whines? | |
| If it's moves and breathes it's fine, | |
| Don't let it mess with your mind. | |
| (If you feel alone) | |
| (Quit on your own) | |
| (Touch as you please) | |
| (You should feel free) | |
| Paging Dr. Mess | |
| Your patient's throwing food | |
| And ate his robe | |
| ... | |
| You always keep me coming back for more | |
| So many faces in the world but I want yours | |
| The way you make me feel inside my bones | |
| I can't remember how it feels to be alone | |
| And when you call my phone late at night | |
| Anticipation always burns me up inside | |
| Shimmy my way down underground, | |
| Polluting airways in my wake (Inside) | |
| Swaying architecture, | |
| Grappling a birthday cake (Inside) | |
| It's analogy backfire, | |
| In the cliché storm of backwards prose (Inside) | |
| Shoot the agony beam | |
| Wearing sacrificial clothes | |
| ... | |
| Quantum something can do anything | |
| (Easier said than done) | |
| An accidental public confession was made | |
| (Can't be the only one) | |
| I was in a viper fight, | |
| But I'm alright | |
| (That jacket looks good on most people) | |
| Confused cause I'm too dumb to find the light | |
| (Finally exiled) | |
| Overcome by circumstance | |
| I put my life in the devil's hands | |
| Fell lower than before, | |
| Lower than ever before | |
| I know it's hard to forgive me now, | |
| But I swear I've taught myself how | |
| To barricade the door | |
| I won't go there anymore | |
| Overcome by circumstance, | |
| Separated by consequence | |
| I fell lower than before, | |
| Lower than I have before | |
| If I could just get through to you, | |
| We could put in the final screws | |
| To barricade the door | |
| And start back where we were | |
| ... | |
| Carcinogenic isotope, | |
| We need the A-Team montage. | |
| Disregard the message from | |
| The ending of the album |
| You always keep me coming back for more | |
| So many faces in the world but I want yours | |
| The way you make me feel inside my bones | |
| I can' t remember how it feels to be alone | |
| And when you call my phone late at night | |
| Anticipation always burns me up inside | |
| Shimmy my way down underground, | |
| Polluting airways in my wake Inside | |
| Swaying architecture, | |
| Grappling a birthday cake Inside | |
| It' s analogy backfire, | |
| In the cliche storm of backwards prose Inside | |
| Shoot the agony beam | |
| Wearing sacrificial clothes | |
| I haven' t slept for weeks | |
| Just a couple more | |
| And I' ll be yours | |
| I' ll be coming home again | |
| And we' ll tear apart those sheets | |
| And forget the world, | |
| A little while | |
| Get to know your form again | |
| ... | |
| Say the part, | |
| Say the phrase, | |
| Say the meaning | |
| I want to hear what you' re seeing | |
| Say the part, | |
| Say the phrase, | |
| Say the meaning | |
| I want to know what you' re feeling | |
| If it' s making sense on time, | |
| Then why do I hear their whines? | |
| If it' s moves and breathes it' s fine, | |
| Don' t let it mess with your mind. | |
| If you feel alone | |
| Quit on your own | |
| Touch as you please | |
| You should feel free | |
| Paging Dr. Mess | |
| Your patient' s throwing food | |
| And ate his robe | |
| ... | |
| You always keep me coming back for more | |
| So many faces in the world but I want yours | |
| The way you make me feel inside my bones | |
| I can' t remember how it feels to be alone | |
| And when you call my phone late at night | |
| Anticipation always burns me up inside | |
| Shimmy my way down underground, | |
| Polluting airways in my wake Inside | |
| Swaying architecture, | |
| Grappling a birthday cake Inside | |
| It' s analogy backfire, | |
| In the cliche storm of backwards prose Inside | |
| Shoot the agony beam | |
| Wearing sacrificial clothes | |
| ... | |
| Quantum something can do anything | |
| Easier said than done | |
| An accidental public confession was made | |
| Can' t be the only one | |
| I was in a viper fight, | |
| But I' m alright | |
| That jacket looks good on most people | |
| Confused cause I' m too dumb to find the light | |
| Finally exiled | |
| Overcome by circumstance | |
| I put my life in the devil' s hands | |
| Fell lower than before, | |
| Lower than ever before | |
| I know it' s hard to forgive me now, | |
| But I swear I' ve taught myself how | |
| To barricade the door | |
| I won' t go there anymore | |
| Overcome by circumstance, | |
| Separated by consequence | |
| I fell lower than before, | |
| Lower than I have before | |
| If I could just get through to you, | |
| We could put in the final screws | |
| To barricade the door | |
| And start back where we were | |
| ... | |
| Carcinogenic isotope, | |
| We need the ATeam montage. | |
| Disregard the message from | |
| The ending of the album |
| You always keep me coming back for more | |
| So many faces in the world but I want yours | |
| The way you make me feel inside my bones | |
| I can' t remember how it feels to be alone | |
| And when you call my phone late at night | |
| Anticipation always burns me up inside | |
| Shimmy my way down underground, | |
| Polluting airways in my wake Inside | |
| Swaying architecture, | |
| Grappling a birthday cake Inside | |
| It' s analogy backfire, | |
| In the cliché storm of backwards prose Inside | |
| Shoot the agony beam | |
| Wearing sacrificial clothes | |
| I haven' t slept for weeks | |
| Just a couple more | |
| And I' ll be yours | |
| I' ll be coming home again | |
| And we' ll tear apart those sheets | |
| And forget the world, | |
| A little while | |
| Get to know your form again | |
| ... | |
| Say the part, | |
| Say the phrase, | |
| Say the meaning | |
| I want to hear what you' re seeing | |
| Say the part, | |
| Say the phrase, | |
| Say the meaning | |
| I want to know what you' re feeling | |
| If it' s making sense on time, | |
| Then why do I hear their whines? | |
| If it' s moves and breathes it' s fine, | |
| Don' t let it mess with your mind. | |
| If you feel alone | |
| Quit on your own | |
| Touch as you please | |
| You should feel free | |
| Paging Dr. Mess | |
| Your patient' s throwing food | |
| And ate his robe | |
| ... | |
| You always keep me coming back for more | |
| So many faces in the world but I want yours | |
| The way you make me feel inside my bones | |
| I can' t remember how it feels to be alone | |
| And when you call my phone late at night | |
| Anticipation always burns me up inside | |
| Shimmy my way down underground, | |
| Polluting airways in my wake Inside | |
| Swaying architecture, | |
| Grappling a birthday cake Inside | |
| It' s analogy backfire, | |
| In the cliché storm of backwards prose Inside | |
| Shoot the agony beam | |
| Wearing sacrificial clothes | |
| ... | |
| Quantum something can do anything | |
| Easier said than done | |
| An accidental public confession was made | |
| Can' t be the only one | |
| I was in a viper fight, | |
| But I' m alright | |
| That jacket looks good on most people | |
| Confused cause I' m too dumb to find the light | |
| Finally exiled | |
| Overcome by circumstance | |
| I put my life in the devil' s hands | |
| Fell lower than before, | |
| Lower than ever before | |
| I know it' s hard to forgive me now, | |
| But I swear I' ve taught myself how | |
| To barricade the door | |
| I won' t go there anymore | |
| Overcome by circumstance, | |
| Separated by consequence | |
| I fell lower than before, | |
| Lower than I have before | |
| If I could just get through to you, | |
| We could put in the final screws | |
| To barricade the door | |
| And start back where we were | |
| ... | |
| Carcinogenic isotope, | |
| We need the ATeam montage. | |
| Disregard the message from | |
| The ending of the album |
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