歌曲 | Woke Up Next To A Body |
歌手 | Hostage Calm |
专辑 | Team Pagano "Be Part of Something" VOL. II |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Such a cheap game, pretending | |
To win a father’s blessing, | |
When we’ve been downstairs undressing, | |
Knowing not the time it takes… | |
Your thoughts start to stray, and | |
You see the paleness in me. | |
You hear the lonely bars of Nassau singing | |
You to sleep… | |
I woke up next to a body | |
That didn’t belong to me. | |
Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday. | |
Had me feeling like your father would hate me. | |
Over hill, over dale, baby we left an ugly trail. | |
But I always thought it’d lead somewhere we’d rest. | |
Now on my back I obsess, | |
The thought of you unimpressed | |
By the things I do, | |
The things I say. | |
The way you talk to me. | |
I woke up next to a body | |
That didn’t belong to me. | |
Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday. | |
And I see it hiding | |
In your sullen, sunken face, | |
You’ve decided. | |
Do you think you know how this ends? | |
Living as distant friends. | |
No longer young and in love and | |
At war with the world. |
Such a cheap game, pretending | |
To win a father' s blessing, | |
When we' ve been downstairs undressing, | |
Knowing not the time it takes | |
Your thoughts start to stray, and | |
You see the paleness in me. | |
You hear the lonely bars of Nassau singing | |
You to sleep | |
I woke up next to a body | |
That didn' t belong to me. | |
Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday. | |
Had me feeling like your father would hate me. | |
Over hill, over dale, baby we left an ugly trail. | |
But I always thought it' d lead somewhere we' d rest. | |
Now on my back I obsess, | |
The thought of you unimpressed | |
By the things I do, | |
The things I say. | |
The way you talk to me. | |
I woke up next to a body | |
That didn' t belong to me. | |
Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday. | |
And I see it hiding | |
In your sullen, sunken face, | |
You' ve decided. | |
Do you think you know how this ends? | |
Living as distant friends. | |
No longer young and in love and | |
At war with the world. |
Such a cheap game, pretending | |
To win a father' s blessing, | |
When we' ve been downstairs undressing, | |
Knowing not the time it takes | |
Your thoughts start to stray, and | |
You see the paleness in me. | |
You hear the lonely bars of Nassau singing | |
You to sleep | |
I woke up next to a body | |
That didn' t belong to me. | |
Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday. | |
Had me feeling like your father would hate me. | |
Over hill, over dale, baby we left an ugly trail. | |
But I always thought it' d lead somewhere we' d rest. | |
Now on my back I obsess, | |
The thought of you unimpressed | |
By the things I do, | |
The things I say. | |
The way you talk to me. | |
I woke up next to a body | |
That didn' t belong to me. | |
Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday. | |
And I see it hiding | |
In your sullen, sunken face, | |
You' ve decided. | |
Do you think you know how this ends? | |
Living as distant friends. | |
No longer young and in love and | |
At war with the world. |