歌曲 | Turns Cold to the Touch |
歌手 | Bleeding Through |
专辑 | Portrait of the Goddess |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bleeding Through | |
The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing to hold face turns cold to the touch. | |
My face was white, laying on the cold tile floor the floor. | |
When i entered your room last night, your face left me as coward. | |
Now I'm left with nothing but your stare that's burning me. | |
I don't try because | |
I'll fail. | |
I'm just in line with the rest of admire. | |
The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing left to hold. face turns cold to the touch. | |
My face was white. | |
Left alone in desolate dreams. | |
Why can't | |
I be beautiful, so you'd want to save me. | |
But you're the angel with the perfect wings that | |
I'll fucking break and take you with me. | |
Take you with me. | |
Those words left as stain. | |
I must make you see the ugliness. | |
You left your light on. | |
You turned my will again. | |
Just look what you've created. | |
A sick frail man scared to look at his shadow. | |
I'm sorry that you're part of this, but | |
I can't be left alone tonight. | |
I can't be left alone tonight. |
zuo qu : Bleeding Through | |
The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing to hold face turns cold to the touch. | |
My face was white, laying on the cold tile floor the floor. | |
When i entered your room last night, your face left me as coward. | |
Now I' m left with nothing but your stare that' s burning me. | |
I don' t try because | |
I' ll fail. | |
I' m just in line with the rest of admire. | |
The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing left to hold. face turns cold to the touch. | |
My face was white. | |
Left alone in desolate dreams. | |
Why can' t | |
I be beautiful, so you' d want to save me. | |
But you' re the angel with the perfect wings that | |
I' ll fucking break and take you with me. | |
Take you with me. | |
Those words left as stain. | |
I must make you see the ugliness. | |
You left your light on. | |
You turned my will again. | |
Just look what you' ve created. | |
A sick frail man scared to look at his shadow. | |
I' m sorry that you' re part of this, but | |
I can' t be left alone tonight. | |
I can' t be left alone tonight. |
zuò qǔ : Bleeding Through | |
The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing to hold face turns cold to the touch. | |
My face was white, laying on the cold tile floor the floor. | |
When i entered your room last night, your face left me as coward. | |
Now I' m left with nothing but your stare that' s burning me. | |
I don' t try because | |
I' ll fail. | |
I' m just in line with the rest of admire. | |
The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing left to hold. face turns cold to the touch. | |
My face was white. | |
Left alone in desolate dreams. | |
Why can' t | |
I be beautiful, so you' d want to save me. | |
But you' re the angel with the perfect wings that | |
I' ll fucking break and take you with me. | |
Take you with me. | |
Those words left as stain. | |
I must make you see the ugliness. | |
You left your light on. | |
You turned my will again. | |
Just look what you' ve created. | |
A sick frail man scared to look at his shadow. | |
I' m sorry that you' re part of this, but | |
I can' t be left alone tonight. | |
I can' t be left alone tonight. |