Tell Them That She's Not Scared

Song	Tell Them That She's Not Scared
Artist	Envy on the Coast
Album	Lucy Gray

	作曲 : Envy On The Coast, Hunter
	I'll hold your tears as a ransom
	Within the palm of my hand,
	And tell you once again,
	Don't tell me that you're scared...
	Wake, wake, wake her
	From this sea of white linens and
	Extract the drugs from her dreams
	And sew her seams with delicateness, '
	Cause beneath her chest sits the heart that
	I live for,
	You'd kill for,
	The angels would die for.
	And with a subtle wink and a flutter of wings,
	They whispered,
	They whispered...
	I'll hold your tears as a ransom
	Within the palm of my hand
	And tell you once again
	Don't tell me that you're scared
	Alert the sawbones,
	Tell them that she's not scared.
	She's got an army of saints armed with her prayers.
	Wake the angels
	Tell them that she's not scared
	She won't be taking the next flight out of here.
	This is only a test, she said,
	Broadcasting from hospital beds.
	With a relic in her right hand,
	She rushes to the front line,
	Stricken by the wounds across her chest
	The angels swear she's blessed with this medical test
	That unlocks the gates to the place that we live for
	We die for,
	I know that she's bound for.
	And with a subtle wink and a mother's instinct.
	She whispered,
	She whispered...
	The angels dressed for the wake
	But she sent them home.
	With a handful of bullet shells.

	zuò qǔ : Envy On The Coast, Hunter
	I' ll hold your tears as a ransom
	Within the palm of my hand,
	And tell you once again,
	Don' t tell me that you' re scared...
	Wake, wake, wake her
	From this sea of white linens and
	Extract the drugs from her dreams
	And sew her seams with delicateness, '
	Cause beneath her chest sits the heart that
	I live for,
	You' d kill for,
	The angels would die for.
	And with a subtle wink and a flutter of wings,
	They whispered,
	They whispered...
	I' ll hold your tears as a ransom
	Within the palm of my hand
	And tell you once again
	Don' t tell me that you' re scared
	Alert the sawbones,
	Tell them that she' s not scared.
	She' s got an army of saints armed with her prayers.
	Wake the angels
	Tell them that she' s not scared
	She won' t be taking the next flight out of here.
	This is only a test, she said,
	Broadcasting from hospital beds.
	With a relic in her right hand,
	She rushes to the front line,
	Stricken by the wounds across her chest
	The angels swear she' s blessed with this medical test
	That unlocks the gates to the place that we live for
	We die for,
	I know that she' s bound for.
	And with a subtle wink and a mother' s instinct.
	She whispered,
	She whispered...
	The angels dressed for the wake
	But she sent them home.
	With a handful of bullet shells.