歌曲 | No Blood No Foul |
歌手 | Burden of a Day |
专辑 | Pilots and Paper Planes |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Burden Of A Day | |
Into the fray we can't jump to conclusions | |
For we are not what it seems like | |
Give me your hand, give me your hand | |
I came to you | |
you promised me | |
that you were on just a temporary phase | |
sheets in the wind | |
no harm at all | |
No blood, no foul | |
But now you're hurt | |
And it's just killing me to see | |
Tonight I'd do anything to untie you | |
from this locomotive | |
If falling faster helps | |
I'll sink into oblivion | |
I'll sink so fast your head will spin | |
You hold the vapor in your hands | |
To disregard the scent that pulls you out | |
This fleeting glimpse is all you have | |
Please don't blink twice | |
It will disappear before your eyes | |
I saw the look in your eyes | |
Screaming out for mercy | |
Sidestepping series of disappearing waves | |
Of disappointment | |
All the things that hold you back | |
Please tell me why you won't let me in | |
You're slitting your own neck | |
And I can't stop you from trying | |
If falling faster helps | |
I'll sink into oblivion | |
I'll sink so fast your head will spin | |
You hold the vapor in your hands | |
To disregard the scent that pulls you out | |
This fleeting glimpse is all you have | |
Please don't blink twice | |
It will disappear before your eyes | |
Your heart is beating faster now | |
With abrasive syllables, you stumble for a shaky word | |
My heart is bursting for the time | |
When sleep won't come | |
Till safety rings in my ears | |
I'll never be able to sleep | |
I'll never be able to sleep again | |
Thanks for coming | |
He said as he walked up to the steps | |
With our heads held low | |
Aware of out cracked faces in the sun | |
We had been running for so long | |
We had been running | |
That our shoes were as paper | |
as we struggled on these blistered feet | |
His words are as a gentle breeze | |
We had been sweating | |
grief stricken tears we had been crying | |
But it was finished all along | |
Now we can hold our hears up high | |
And say that it was worth the climb | |
The struggle for our very soul | |
The struggle was not ours at all |
zuo qu : Burden Of A Day | |
Into the fray we can' t jump to conclusions | |
For we are not what it seems like | |
Give me your hand, give me your hand | |
I came to you | |
you promised me | |
that you were on just a temporary phase | |
sheets in the wind | |
no harm at all | |
No blood, no foul | |
But now you' re hurt | |
And it' s just killing me to see | |
Tonight I' d do anything to untie you | |
from this locomotive | |
If falling faster helps | |
I' ll sink into oblivion | |
I' ll sink so fast your head will spin | |
You hold the vapor in your hands | |
To disregard the scent that pulls you out | |
This fleeting glimpse is all you have | |
Please don' t blink twice | |
It will disappear before your eyes | |
I saw the look in your eyes | |
Screaming out for mercy | |
Sidestepping series of disappearing waves | |
Of disappointment | |
All the things that hold you back | |
Please tell me why you won' t let me in | |
You' re slitting your own neck | |
And I can' t stop you from trying | |
If falling faster helps | |
I' ll sink into oblivion | |
I' ll sink so fast your head will spin | |
You hold the vapor in your hands | |
To disregard the scent that pulls you out | |
This fleeting glimpse is all you have | |
Please don' t blink twice | |
It will disappear before your eyes | |
Your heart is beating faster now | |
With abrasive syllables, you stumble for a shaky word | |
My heart is bursting for the time | |
When sleep won' t come | |
Till safety rings in my ears | |
I' ll never be able to sleep | |
I' ll never be able to sleep again | |
Thanks for coming | |
He said as he walked up to the steps | |
With our heads held low | |
Aware of out cracked faces in the sun | |
We had been running for so long | |
We had been running | |
That our shoes were as paper | |
as we struggled on these blistered feet | |
His words are as a gentle breeze | |
We had been sweating | |
grief stricken tears we had been crying | |
But it was finished all along | |
Now we can hold our hears up high | |
And say that it was worth the climb | |
The struggle for our very soul | |
The struggle was not ours at all |
zuò qǔ : Burden Of A Day | |
Into the fray we can' t jump to conclusions | |
For we are not what it seems like | |
Give me your hand, give me your hand | |
I came to you | |
you promised me | |
that you were on just a temporary phase | |
sheets in the wind | |
no harm at all | |
No blood, no foul | |
But now you' re hurt | |
And it' s just killing me to see | |
Tonight I' d do anything to untie you | |
from this locomotive | |
If falling faster helps | |
I' ll sink into oblivion | |
I' ll sink so fast your head will spin | |
You hold the vapor in your hands | |
To disregard the scent that pulls you out | |
This fleeting glimpse is all you have | |
Please don' t blink twice | |
It will disappear before your eyes | |
I saw the look in your eyes | |
Screaming out for mercy | |
Sidestepping series of disappearing waves | |
Of disappointment | |
All the things that hold you back | |
Please tell me why you won' t let me in | |
You' re slitting your own neck | |
And I can' t stop you from trying | |
If falling faster helps | |
I' ll sink into oblivion | |
I' ll sink so fast your head will spin | |
You hold the vapor in your hands | |
To disregard the scent that pulls you out | |
This fleeting glimpse is all you have | |
Please don' t blink twice | |
It will disappear before your eyes | |
Your heart is beating faster now | |
With abrasive syllables, you stumble for a shaky word | |
My heart is bursting for the time | |
When sleep won' t come | |
Till safety rings in my ears | |
I' ll never be able to sleep | |
I' ll never be able to sleep again | |
Thanks for coming | |
He said as he walked up to the steps | |
With our heads held low | |
Aware of out cracked faces in the sun | |
We had been running for so long | |
We had been running | |
That our shoes were as paper | |
as we struggled on these blistered feet | |
His words are as a gentle breeze | |
We had been sweating | |
grief stricken tears we had been crying | |
But it was finished all along | |
Now we can hold our hears up high | |
And say that it was worth the climb | |
The struggle for our very soul | |
The struggle was not ours at all |