Knife 歌词
| 歌曲 | Knife |
| 歌手 | Xerxes |
| 专辑 | Collision Blonde |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Cocaine on credit cards, red eyes and empty hearts. | |
| The struggle plays and I’m caught in the crossfire | |
| I see police lights, I see it all and it’s dead to rights where my soul is tired, and I just watch, I just stand by. | |
| The vibration of Saturday nights, all restless for bodies and lifelines. | |
| “Drunk in love” and death-obsessed: All symptoms of readiness. | |
| Headlights shine in the alley, high beams blinding behind the house. | |
| A door swings open to violence standing right there in front of me. | |
| Cocaine on credit cards, red eyes and empty hearts. | |
| The struggle plays and I’m caught in the crossfire. | |
| And as he pulls out the knife to the sound of the screams in the front yard, foam on his lips he moaned, “Let me in or let me go”. | |
| I thought of what it might feel to die: Blood on dirt, on Eastern and Crittenden Drive, for nothing, for a fucking overdose on a Saturday night. |
| Cocaine on credit cards, red eyes and empty hearts. | |
| The struggle plays and I' m caught in the crossfire | |
| I see police lights, I see it all and it' s dead to rights where my soul is tired, and I just watch, I just stand by. | |
| The vibration of Saturday nights, all restless for bodies and lifelines. | |
| " Drunk in love" and deathobsessed: All symptoms of readiness. | |
| Headlights shine in the alley, high beams blinding behind the house. | |
| A door swings open to violence standing right there in front of me. | |
| Cocaine on credit cards, red eyes and empty hearts. | |
| The struggle plays and I' m caught in the crossfire. | |
| And as he pulls out the knife to the sound of the screams in the front yard, foam on his lips he moaned, " Let me in or let me go". | |
| I thought of what it might feel to die: Blood on dirt, on Eastern and Crittenden Drive, for nothing, for a fucking overdose on a Saturday night. |
| Cocaine on credit cards, red eyes and empty hearts. | |
| The struggle plays and I' m caught in the crossfire | |
| I see police lights, I see it all and it' s dead to rights where my soul is tired, and I just watch, I just stand by. | |
| The vibration of Saturday nights, all restless for bodies and lifelines. | |
| " Drunk in love" and deathobsessed: All symptoms of readiness. | |
| Headlights shine in the alley, high beams blinding behind the house. | |
| A door swings open to violence standing right there in front of me. | |
| Cocaine on credit cards, red eyes and empty hearts. | |
| The struggle plays and I' m caught in the crossfire. | |
| And as he pulls out the knife to the sound of the screams in the front yard, foam on his lips he moaned, " Let me in or let me go". | |
| I thought of what it might feel to die: Blood on dirt, on Eastern and Crittenden Drive, for nothing, for a fucking overdose on a Saturday night. |
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