歌曲 | Until I Almost Died |
歌手 | Blake Babies |
专辑 | God Bless the Blake Babies |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hatfield, Strohm | |
I never knew the color of your eyes | |
I never cared because | |
I was so high | |
All the money's gone, but | |
I can sing a song | |
And I never thought | |
I had a pretty voice until | |
I almost died | |
I never told you what | |
I really felt | |
I didn't think | |
I deserved to ask for your help | |
But you never left my dreams | |
And to sleep was peace | |
When my body gave out it was so, so weak | |
Until I almost died | |
Keep the violins away | |
That was yesterday | |
Seeing a reason in a heavy hand to keep me awake | |
A slap or a break | |
The kind of love that becomes hate | |
Now little things don't mean a lot | |
And mistakes | |
I can forget | |
I can start again | |
I never could, until | |
I almost died |
zuo ci : Hatfield, Strohm | |
I never knew the color of your eyes | |
I never cared because | |
I was so high | |
All the money' s gone, but | |
I can sing a song | |
And I never thought | |
I had a pretty voice until | |
I almost died | |
I never told you what | |
I really felt | |
I didn' t think | |
I deserved to ask for your help | |
But you never left my dreams | |
And to sleep was peace | |
When my body gave out it was so, so weak | |
Until I almost died | |
Keep the violins away | |
That was yesterday | |
Seeing a reason in a heavy hand to keep me awake | |
A slap or a break | |
The kind of love that becomes hate | |
Now little things don' t mean a lot | |
And mistakes | |
I can forget | |
I can start again | |
I never could, until | |
I almost died |
zuò cí : Hatfield, Strohm | |
I never knew the color of your eyes | |
I never cared because | |
I was so high | |
All the money' s gone, but | |
I can sing a song | |
And I never thought | |
I had a pretty voice until | |
I almost died | |
I never told you what | |
I really felt | |
I didn' t think | |
I deserved to ask for your help | |
But you never left my dreams | |
And to sleep was peace | |
When my body gave out it was so, so weak | |
Until I almost died | |
Keep the violins away | |
That was yesterday | |
Seeing a reason in a heavy hand to keep me awake | |
A slap or a break | |
The kind of love that becomes hate | |
Now little things don' t mean a lot | |
And mistakes | |
I can forget | |
I can start again | |
I never could, until | |
I almost died |