歌曲 | Serotonin [Burnt Friedman Remix] |
歌手 | David Sylvian |
专辑 | Money for All |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Friedman, Sylvian | |
I kick the sheets | |
Until they rise like mountain ranges at my feet | |
I'm in the dark | |
God only knows the torment writ large upon my heart | |
What wouldn't I? | |
What wouldn't I give? | |
It comes to this | |
I'm only sure of things I know now don't exist | |
There's no precision | |
I'm inside-outside-in I want subdivision | |
And all of this fills my aching head | |
I hate this space, the luxury hotel bed. | |
Oh dear, oh me-oh-my | |
Got to concentrate just to keep from trying | |
Oh dear, oh me-oh-my | |
Got to concentrate just to keep from trying | |
Don't lose it | |
Things move rapidly | |
Don't lose it | |
Try to maintain composure | |
Don't lose it | |
The dead are haunting me | |
Out with it | |
Let's get it over. | |
What wouldn't I? | |
What wouldn't I give? | |
I'm thoroughly wasted | |
My mind's hallucinating lucidity | |
It's over sensitized | |
And something's moving on the periphery | |
What wouldn't I? | |
What wouldn't I give? |
zuo ci : Friedman, Sylvian | |
I kick the sheets | |
Until they rise like mountain ranges at my feet | |
I' m in the dark | |
God only knows the torment writ large upon my heart | |
What wouldn' t I? | |
What wouldn' t I give? | |
It comes to this | |
I' m only sure of things I know now don' t exist | |
There' s no precision | |
I' m insideoutsidein I want subdivision | |
And all of this fills my aching head | |
I hate this space, the luxury hotel bed. | |
Oh dear, oh meohmy | |
Got to concentrate just to keep from trying | |
Oh dear, oh meohmy | |
Got to concentrate just to keep from trying | |
Don' t lose it | |
Things move rapidly | |
Don' t lose it | |
Try to maintain composure | |
Don' t lose it | |
The dead are haunting me | |
Out with it | |
Let' s get it over. | |
What wouldn' t I? | |
What wouldn' t I give? | |
I' m thoroughly wasted | |
My mind' s hallucinating lucidity | |
It' s over sensitized | |
And something' s moving on the periphery | |
What wouldn' t I? | |
What wouldn' t I give? |
zuò cí : Friedman, Sylvian | |
I kick the sheets | |
Until they rise like mountain ranges at my feet | |
I' m in the dark | |
God only knows the torment writ large upon my heart | |
What wouldn' t I? | |
What wouldn' t I give? | |
It comes to this | |
I' m only sure of things I know now don' t exist | |
There' s no precision | |
I' m insideoutsidein I want subdivision | |
And all of this fills my aching head | |
I hate this space, the luxury hotel bed. | |
Oh dear, oh meohmy | |
Got to concentrate just to keep from trying | |
Oh dear, oh meohmy | |
Got to concentrate just to keep from trying | |
Don' t lose it | |
Things move rapidly | |
Don' t lose it | |
Try to maintain composure | |
Don' t lose it | |
The dead are haunting me | |
Out with it | |
Let' s get it over. | |
What wouldn' t I? | |
What wouldn' t I give? | |
I' m thoroughly wasted | |
My mind' s hallucinating lucidity | |
It' s over sensitized | |
And something' s moving on the periphery | |
What wouldn' t I? | |
What wouldn' t I give? |