歌曲 | Joy |
歌手 | Random Recipe |
专辑 | Kill the Hook |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Joy, it’s simply delayed, it will come one day | |
It’s late, it’s taking its time, maybe it’s lost its way | |
It hurts, to fake me a smile and sing to you this way | |
I close my eyes, and hope for a dream where skies are never grey | |
Depression’s obsession with choking the lights | |
Fighting umbrellas to rain on laughs | |
It’s pouring like whisky on damn Monday nights | |
But no reason to grasp, and reason it out | |
Lost again, flirting dead ends | |
Too many friends, one or two in the end | |
Empty bed filled with empty bets | |
Making love to the walls of forsaken hearts | |
Running, screaming feet are stalled | |
Mouth is open, there’s no sound at all | |
Nightmares repeating try to wake up | |
Shaking your head ’til the buzz stops | |
They say that all is fine but your mind hurts and you smirk | |
To invert lines from heavy dirt and past flirts | |
You hid behind, so you find verbs to cure words | |
That tie you down, make you drown like a king with no crown | |
They say that all is fine but your mind hurts and you smirk | |
To invert lines from heavy dirt and past flirts | |
You hid behind, so you find verbs to cure words | |
That tie you down, make you drown like a king with no joy | |
Joy it’s simply delayed, it will come one day | |
It’s late, it’s taking its time, maybe it’s lost its way | |
It hurts, to fake me a smile and sing to you this way | |
I close my eyes, and hope for a dream where skies are never grey | |
When you see black, watch your back | |
Protect it from 360 attacks | |
Frames of mind can combine | |
The lowest of lows and highest of highs | |
Feelings lost and healings found | |
By the hints that your senses fence around | |
Making roads clear to freedom of steer | |
You can only look rear to wink at your old fears | |
So jump! Skip-skip-skip away! | |
Float over the stumbles that block your way | |
Face the facts but don’t lack to act | |
Cuz, smack! They‘ll clap your ass | |
Clap like a mousetrap! Clap like a mousetrap! | |
Don’t clap like a mousetrap! Don’t clap like a mousetrap |
Joy, it' s simply delayed, it will come one day | |
It' s late, it' s taking its time, maybe it' s lost its way | |
It hurts, to fake me a smile and sing to you this way | |
I close my eyes, and hope for a dream where skies are never grey | |
Depression' s obsession with choking the lights | |
Fighting umbrellas to rain on laughs | |
It' s pouring like whisky on damn Monday nights | |
But no reason to grasp, and reason it out | |
Lost again, flirting dead ends | |
Too many friends, one or two in the end | |
Empty bed filled with empty bets | |
Making love to the walls of forsaken hearts | |
Running, screaming feet are stalled | |
Mouth is open, there' s no sound at all | |
Nightmares repeating try to wake up | |
Shaking your head ' til the buzz stops | |
They say that all is fine but your mind hurts and you smirk | |
To invert lines from heavy dirt and past flirts | |
You hid behind, so you find verbs to cure words | |
That tie you down, make you drown like a king with no crown | |
They say that all is fine but your mind hurts and you smirk | |
To invert lines from heavy dirt and past flirts | |
You hid behind, so you find verbs to cure words | |
That tie you down, make you drown like a king with no joy | |
Joy it' s simply delayed, it will come one day | |
It' s late, it' s taking its time, maybe it' s lost its way | |
It hurts, to fake me a smile and sing to you this way | |
I close my eyes, and hope for a dream where skies are never grey | |
When you see black, watch your back | |
Protect it from 360 attacks | |
Frames of mind can combine | |
The lowest of lows and highest of highs | |
Feelings lost and healings found | |
By the hints that your senses fence around | |
Making roads clear to freedom of steer | |
You can only look rear to wink at your old fears | |
So jump! Skipskipskip away! | |
Float over the stumbles that block your way | |
Face the facts but don' t lack to act | |
Cuz, smack! They' ll clap your ass | |
Clap like a mousetrap! Clap like a mousetrap! | |
Don' t clap like a mousetrap! Don' t clap like a mousetrap |
Joy, it' s simply delayed, it will come one day | |
It' s late, it' s taking its time, maybe it' s lost its way | |
It hurts, to fake me a smile and sing to you this way | |
I close my eyes, and hope for a dream where skies are never grey | |
Depression' s obsession with choking the lights | |
Fighting umbrellas to rain on laughs | |
It' s pouring like whisky on damn Monday nights | |
But no reason to grasp, and reason it out | |
Lost again, flirting dead ends | |
Too many friends, one or two in the end | |
Empty bed filled with empty bets | |
Making love to the walls of forsaken hearts | |
Running, screaming feet are stalled | |
Mouth is open, there' s no sound at all | |
Nightmares repeating try to wake up | |
Shaking your head ' til the buzz stops | |
They say that all is fine but your mind hurts and you smirk | |
To invert lines from heavy dirt and past flirts | |
You hid behind, so you find verbs to cure words | |
That tie you down, make you drown like a king with no crown | |
They say that all is fine but your mind hurts and you smirk | |
To invert lines from heavy dirt and past flirts | |
You hid behind, so you find verbs to cure words | |
That tie you down, make you drown like a king with no joy | |
Joy it' s simply delayed, it will come one day | |
It' s late, it' s taking its time, maybe it' s lost its way | |
It hurts, to fake me a smile and sing to you this way | |
I close my eyes, and hope for a dream where skies are never grey | |
When you see black, watch your back | |
Protect it from 360 attacks | |
Frames of mind can combine | |
The lowest of lows and highest of highs | |
Feelings lost and healings found | |
By the hints that your senses fence around | |
Making roads clear to freedom of steer | |
You can only look rear to wink at your old fears | |
So jump! Skipskipskip away! | |
Float over the stumbles that block your way | |
Face the facts but don' t lack to act | |
Cuz, smack! They' ll clap your ass | |
Clap like a mousetrap! Clap like a mousetrap! | |
Don' t clap like a mousetrap! Don' t clap like a mousetrap |