歌曲 | Love, Salvation, The Fear Of Death |
歌手 | Sixpence None the Richer |
专辑 | The Early Years |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Arhelger, Slocum | |
Well I'm staring straight into the face of hell | |
You're so close and you can't even tell | |
And I'm so wrapped up inside | |
I don't have much to love | |
Horrified I reel from pits unseen | |
Falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds | |
As it crumbles down on top of me | |
I contemplate my lack of love | |
Chorus | |
Come and save my soul | |
Before it's not too late | |
I'm not afraid to admit | |
How much I hate myself | |
All these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head | |
Surrendered body to the flames has singed the skin | |
Can't speak in tongues and even if I could it's nothing | |
Because I cannot love | |
chorus | |
[come and save, come and save my soul] | |
Well I'm staring straight into the face of hell | |
I'm so close and I can't even tell | |
I'm so afraid I'll amount to nothing | |
'cause I don't have much to love | |
[much to love | |
Much to love | |
Much to love] |
zuo ci : Arhelger, Slocum | |
Well I' m staring straight into the face of hell | |
You' re so close and you can' t even tell | |
And I' m so wrapped up inside | |
I don' t have much to love | |
Horrified I reel from pits unseen | |
Falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds | |
As it crumbles down on top of me | |
I contemplate my lack of love | |
Chorus | |
Come and save my soul | |
Before it' s not too late | |
I' m not afraid to admit | |
How much I hate myself | |
All these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head | |
Surrendered body to the flames has singed the skin | |
Can' t speak in tongues and even if I could it' s nothing | |
Because I cannot love | |
chorus | |
come and save, come and save my soul | |
Well I' m staring straight into the face of hell | |
I' m so close and I can' t even tell | |
I' m so afraid I' ll amount to nothing | |
' cause I don' t have much to love | |
much to love | |
Much to love | |
Much to love |
zuò cí : Arhelger, Slocum | |
Well I' m staring straight into the face of hell | |
You' re so close and you can' t even tell | |
And I' m so wrapped up inside | |
I don' t have much to love | |
Horrified I reel from pits unseen | |
Falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds | |
As it crumbles down on top of me | |
I contemplate my lack of love | |
Chorus | |
Come and save my soul | |
Before it' s not too late | |
I' m not afraid to admit | |
How much I hate myself | |
All these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head | |
Surrendered body to the flames has singed the skin | |
Can' t speak in tongues and even if I could it' s nothing | |
Because I cannot love | |
chorus | |
come and save, come and save my soul | |
Well I' m staring straight into the face of hell | |
I' m so close and I can' t even tell | |
I' m so afraid I' ll amount to nothing | |
' cause I don' t have much to love | |
much to love | |
Much to love | |
Much to love |