歌曲 | Forever Song |
歌手 | Josh Pyke |
专辑 | Memories & Dust |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Pyke | |
We sleep together, | |
While all around us, | |
People kill each other where they lie. | |
They lie together, | |
Till they find someone better, | |
Try to negotiate that slow demise. | |
But I just can't credit, | |
That type of effort for a, | |
Piece of nothing on the edge of a knife. | |
Slices you so thin, | |
You dry like sheets in the wind, | |
Hold a candle behind through you see the light. | |
I want the song I can sing forever, | |
I don't care for structure, | |
Just to know it's mine. | |
I'd hate to see, | |
This thing we've developed, | |
Become your burden or my waste of time. | |
(My waste of time) | |
The afternoon can bring with it shallow moods, | |
But I'd jump a harbour wall to clear your mind. | |
I quarter the years, | |
You drop the sails till we're clear, | |
I'll look for reefs, | |
You map the stars in the night. | |
And history tells us of worlds we'll know nothing of, | |
Then retrospect becomes a shackle tight, | |
On the ankles of us, | |
Oh, in the future we trust, | |
We cross our fingers like some kids telling lies. | |
I want the song I can sing forever, | |
I don't care for structure, | |
Just to know it's mine. | |
I'd hate to see, | |
This thing we've developed, | |
Become your burden or my waste of time. | |
I wanna know that I know what I'm talking about. | |
Until I do, | |
All the walls seem white. | |
But when I'm sure that I know what I'm talking about, | |
I'll take your burden if you say it's mine. | |
If you say it's mine. | |
If you say it's mine. | |
If you say it's mine. |
zuo qu : Pyke | |
We sleep together, | |
While all around us, | |
People kill each other where they lie. | |
They lie together, | |
Till they find someone better, | |
Try to negotiate that slow demise. | |
But I just can' t credit, | |
That type of effort for a, | |
Piece of nothing on the edge of a knife. | |
Slices you so thin, | |
You dry like sheets in the wind, | |
Hold a candle behind through you see the light. | |
I want the song I can sing forever, | |
I don' t care for structure, | |
Just to know it' s mine. | |
I' d hate to see, | |
This thing we' ve developed, | |
Become your burden or my waste of time. | |
My waste of time | |
The afternoon can bring with it shallow moods, | |
But I' d jump a harbour wall to clear your mind. | |
I quarter the years, | |
You drop the sails till we' re clear, | |
I' ll look for reefs, | |
You map the stars in the night. | |
And history tells us of worlds we' ll know nothing of, | |
Then retrospect becomes a shackle tight, | |
On the ankles of us, | |
Oh, in the future we trust, | |
We cross our fingers like some kids telling lies. | |
I want the song I can sing forever, | |
I don' t care for structure, | |
Just to know it' s mine. | |
I' d hate to see, | |
This thing we' ve developed, | |
Become your burden or my waste of time. | |
I wanna know that I know what I' m talking about. | |
Until I do, | |
All the walls seem white. | |
But when I' m sure that I know what I' m talking about, | |
I' ll take your burden if you say it' s mine. | |
If you say it' s mine. | |
If you say it' s mine. | |
If you say it' s mine. |
zuò qǔ : Pyke | |
We sleep together, | |
While all around us, | |
People kill each other where they lie. | |
They lie together, | |
Till they find someone better, | |
Try to negotiate that slow demise. | |
But I just can' t credit, | |
That type of effort for a, | |
Piece of nothing on the edge of a knife. | |
Slices you so thin, | |
You dry like sheets in the wind, | |
Hold a candle behind through you see the light. | |
I want the song I can sing forever, | |
I don' t care for structure, | |
Just to know it' s mine. | |
I' d hate to see, | |
This thing we' ve developed, | |
Become your burden or my waste of time. | |
My waste of time | |
The afternoon can bring with it shallow moods, | |
But I' d jump a harbour wall to clear your mind. | |
I quarter the years, | |
You drop the sails till we' re clear, | |
I' ll look for reefs, | |
You map the stars in the night. | |
And history tells us of worlds we' ll know nothing of, | |
Then retrospect becomes a shackle tight, | |
On the ankles of us, | |
Oh, in the future we trust, | |
We cross our fingers like some kids telling lies. | |
I want the song I can sing forever, | |
I don' t care for structure, | |
Just to know it' s mine. | |
I' d hate to see, | |
This thing we' ve developed, | |
Become your burden or my waste of time. | |
I wanna know that I know what I' m talking about. | |
Until I do, | |
All the walls seem white. | |
But when I' m sure that I know what I' m talking about, | |
I' ll take your burden if you say it' s mine. | |
If you say it' s mine. | |
If you say it' s mine. | |
If you say it' s mine. |