歌曲 | She Sells and Sand Sandwiches |
歌手 | Belvedere |
专辑 | 'Twas Hell Said Former Child [Jump Start] |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Belvedere, Rawles, Sinclaire | |
I must have fell inside a trap of sorts, | |
You broke my weak facade, | |
It seems despite my bad intentions. | |
You won't believe, I'm just relieved, | |
That you're still talking to me, | |
Walking to me | |
CHORUS | |
Most times, we let our hopes slip through, | |
I can't recover, the spell I'm under, | |
A constant fool and, those nights | |
The heat just came off you, now every summer | |
and every other I think in... | |
I think it's funny how some things can bring you back, | |
Somehow my memories, they never served me well. | |
The way you looked at me, exposing my transperency, | |
And everything I have, which is nothing without you. | |
Most times, we let our hopes slip through, | |
I can't recover, the spell I'm under, | |
A constant fool and, those nights | |
The heat just came off you, now every summer | |
and every other I think in blue. | |
Most times, we let our hopes slip through, | |
I can't recover, the spell I'm under, | |
A constant fool and, those nights | |
The heat just came off you, now every summer | |
and every other I think... | |
Thinking in blue. | |
Thinking of you. |
zuo qu : Belvedere, Rawles, Sinclaire | |
I must have fell inside a trap of sorts, | |
You broke my weak facade, | |
It seems despite my bad intentions. | |
You won' t believe, I' m just relieved, | |
That you' re still talking to me, | |
Walking to me | |
CHORUS | |
Most times, we let our hopes slip through, | |
I can' t recover, the spell I' m under, | |
A constant fool and, those nights | |
The heat just came off you, now every summer | |
and every other I think in... | |
I think it' s funny how some things can bring you back, | |
Somehow my memories, they never served me well. | |
The way you looked at me, exposing my transperency, | |
And everything I have, which is nothing without you. | |
Most times, we let our hopes slip through, | |
I can' t recover, the spell I' m under, | |
A constant fool and, those nights | |
The heat just came off you, now every summer | |
and every other I think in blue. | |
Most times, we let our hopes slip through, | |
I can' t recover, the spell I' m under, | |
A constant fool and, those nights | |
The heat just came off you, now every summer | |
and every other I think... | |
Thinking in blue. | |
Thinking of you. |
zuò qǔ : Belvedere, Rawles, Sinclaire | |
I must have fell inside a trap of sorts, | |
You broke my weak facade, | |
It seems despite my bad intentions. | |
You won' t believe, I' m just relieved, | |
That you' re still talking to me, | |
Walking to me | |
CHORUS | |
Most times, we let our hopes slip through, | |
I can' t recover, the spell I' m under, | |
A constant fool and, those nights | |
The heat just came off you, now every summer | |
and every other I think in... | |
I think it' s funny how some things can bring you back, | |
Somehow my memories, they never served me well. | |
The way you looked at me, exposing my transperency, | |
And everything I have, which is nothing without you. | |
Most times, we let our hopes slip through, | |
I can' t recover, the spell I' m under, | |
A constant fool and, those nights | |
The heat just came off you, now every summer | |
and every other I think in blue. | |
Most times, we let our hopes slip through, | |
I can' t recover, the spell I' m under, | |
A constant fool and, those nights | |
The heat just came off you, now every summer | |
and every other I think... | |
Thinking in blue. | |
Thinking of you. |