歌曲 | Erase Myself |
歌手 | Turboweekend |
专辑 | Ghost Of A Chance |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
There’ll be no blood or crying faces | |
No pill glass and no swinging ropes | |
I’ll leave no letter and no traces | |
There’ll be no rite or ceremony | |
Not one obituary note | |
I’ll leave nobody sad and lonely | |
When I erase myself... | |
Every word i've ever spoken | |
Everything my hands have built | |
And all that they have ever broken | |
Will be completely relocated | |
To other peoples history | |
All my relations freely traded | |
When I erase myself... | |
You might stumble on bits and pieces | |
But trying to connect the dots | |
You’ll find nothing but random spots | |
A fragrance or a certain sound | |
A slight irregularity | |
Is all that will be left of me | |
When I erase myself... |
There' ll be no blood or crying faces | |
No pill glass and no swinging ropes | |
I' ll leave no letter and no traces | |
There' ll be no rite or ceremony | |
Not one obituary note | |
I' ll leave nobody sad and lonely | |
When I erase myself... | |
Every word i' ve ever spoken | |
Everything my hands have built | |
And all that they have ever broken | |
Will be completely relocated | |
To other peoples history | |
All my relations freely traded | |
When I erase myself... | |
You might stumble on bits and pieces | |
But trying to connect the dots | |
You' ll find nothing but random spots | |
A fragrance or a certain sound | |
A slight irregularity | |
Is all that will be left of me | |
When I erase myself... |
There' ll be no blood or crying faces | |
No pill glass and no swinging ropes | |
I' ll leave no letter and no traces | |
There' ll be no rite or ceremony | |
Not one obituary note | |
I' ll leave nobody sad and lonely | |
When I erase myself... | |
Every word i' ve ever spoken | |
Everything my hands have built | |
And all that they have ever broken | |
Will be completely relocated | |
To other peoples history | |
All my relations freely traded | |
When I erase myself... | |
You might stumble on bits and pieces | |
But trying to connect the dots | |
You' ll find nothing but random spots | |
A fragrance or a certain sound | |
A slight irregularity | |
Is all that will be left of me | |
When I erase myself... |