歌曲 | Blood of Angels |
歌手 | Brown Bird |
专辑 | Salt for Salt |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I can’t make my mood match the weather | |
I can’t make the weather do what I want | |
so I’ve resigned myself to pry that big old sun out of the sky | |
and I will live my days in darkness til I die | |
I tried to be good I was a failure | |
so I took to taking all the good men down | |
it wasn’t hard to do | |
I just huffed and puffed and blew | |
until all the two-shoes scattered underground | |
you could be right | |
they might come for me at night | |
in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door | |
for all my spite | |
I might never win the fight | |
but I will rage against the light forever more | |
I drank the blood of angels from a bottle | |
just to see if I could call the lightning down | |
it hasn’t struck me yet | |
and I would wage my soul to bet | |
that there ain’t no one throwing lightning anyhow | |
Too many tries at tempting fate to call it over | |
and you get to thinking fate's got different plans | |
like maybe i'm not born to die | |
but to bring darkness to the sky | |
and pull that goddamn sun down anyway I can | |
you could be right | |
they might come for me at night | |
in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door | |
for all my spite | |
I might never win the fight | |
but I will rage against the light forever more | |
and oh the hopelessly tender hearted | |
tend to sing the loudest of love | |
but my sweet temptations turn their songs into a lie | |
I fold the grass over all they’ve started | |
to never see the light of the sun | |
as they dwell in darkness so shall I | |
don’t try to come around here | |
spreading sentiments of cheer | |
you told your last white lie | |
everything is not alright | |
you hope, you pray | |
you love the light of day | |
but there’s no one up there listening tonight | |
you could be right | |
they might come for me at night | |
in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door | |
for all my spite | |
I might never win the fight | |
but I will rage against the light forever more |
I can' t make my mood match the weather | |
I can' t make the weather do what I want | |
so I' ve resigned myself to pry that big old sun out of the sky | |
and I will live my days in darkness til I die | |
I tried to be good I was a failure | |
so I took to taking all the good men down | |
it wasn' t hard to do | |
I just huffed and puffed and blew | |
until all the twoshoes scattered underground | |
you could be right | |
they might come for me at night | |
in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door | |
for all my spite | |
I might never win the fight | |
but I will rage against the light forever more | |
I drank the blood of angels from a bottle | |
just to see if I could call the lightning down | |
it hasn' t struck me yet | |
and I would wage my soul to bet | |
that there ain' t no one throwing lightning anyhow | |
Too many tries at tempting fate to call it over | |
and you get to thinking fate' s got different plans | |
like maybe i' m not born to die | |
but to bring darkness to the sky | |
and pull that goddamn sun down anyway I can | |
you could be right | |
they might come for me at night | |
in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door | |
for all my spite | |
I might never win the fight | |
but I will rage against the light forever more | |
and oh the hopelessly tender hearted | |
tend to sing the loudest of love | |
but my sweet temptations turn their songs into a lie | |
I fold the grass over all they' ve started | |
to never see the light of the sun | |
as they dwell in darkness so shall I | |
don' t try to come around here | |
spreading sentiments of cheer | |
you told your last white lie | |
everything is not alright | |
you hope, you pray | |
you love the light of day | |
but there' s no one up there listening tonight | |
you could be right | |
they might come for me at night | |
in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door | |
for all my spite | |
I might never win the fight | |
but I will rage against the light forever more |
I can' t make my mood match the weather | |
I can' t make the weather do what I want | |
so I' ve resigned myself to pry that big old sun out of the sky | |
and I will live my days in darkness til I die | |
I tried to be good I was a failure | |
so I took to taking all the good men down | |
it wasn' t hard to do | |
I just huffed and puffed and blew | |
until all the twoshoes scattered underground | |
you could be right | |
they might come for me at night | |
in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door | |
for all my spite | |
I might never win the fight | |
but I will rage against the light forever more | |
I drank the blood of angels from a bottle | |
just to see if I could call the lightning down | |
it hasn' t struck me yet | |
and I would wage my soul to bet | |
that there ain' t no one throwing lightning anyhow | |
Too many tries at tempting fate to call it over | |
and you get to thinking fate' s got different plans | |
like maybe i' m not born to die | |
but to bring darkness to the sky | |
and pull that goddamn sun down anyway I can | |
you could be right | |
they might come for me at night | |
in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door | |
for all my spite | |
I might never win the fight | |
but I will rage against the light forever more | |
and oh the hopelessly tender hearted | |
tend to sing the loudest of love | |
but my sweet temptations turn their songs into a lie | |
I fold the grass over all they' ve started | |
to never see the light of the sun | |
as they dwell in darkness so shall I | |
don' t try to come around here | |
spreading sentiments of cheer | |
you told your last white lie | |
everything is not alright | |
you hope, you pray | |
you love the light of day | |
but there' s no one up there listening tonight | |
you could be right | |
they might come for me at night | |
in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door | |
for all my spite | |
I might never win the fight | |
but I will rage against the light forever more |