| Song | Swinging Lovers |
| Artist | No Knife |
| Album | Riot For Romance! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : No Knife | |
| Difficult to hope for more, is this what you call a weapon? | |
| (I damage myself just for you) | |
| Offered up to strangers but I could've forgiven you anything. | |
| I've arranged these chains like a work of art, | |
| but nobody gets it so far. | |
| All they see is the old scar. | |
| I'm pulling it back to cut some more. | |
| Oh, but this is madness. | |
| It suggests what I've become. | |
| Oh, but this is madness. | |
| We forget but we can't move on. | |
| Forward til we catch you all and sickened when the chase is done. | |
| (I damaged myself just for you) | |
| With lipstick and a pretty face, | |
| dancing on spider's legs my love. | |
| I've arranged this shame like a broken heart but nobody gets it so far. | |
| All they see is the old scar so I'm pulling it back to cut some more. | |
| Spotlight for the bursting star exploding in my outstretched arms. | |
| Hollywood death is not the same. |
| zuo qu : No Knife | |
| Difficult to hope for more, is this what you call a weapon? | |
| I damage myself just for you | |
| Offered up to strangers but I could' ve forgiven you anything. | |
| I' ve arranged these chains like a work of art, | |
| but nobody gets it so far. | |
| All they see is the old scar. | |
| I' m pulling it back to cut some more. | |
| Oh, but this is madness. | |
| It suggests what I' ve become. | |
| Oh, but this is madness. | |
| We forget but we can' t move on. | |
| Forward til we catch you all and sickened when the chase is done. | |
| I damaged myself just for you | |
| With lipstick and a pretty face, | |
| dancing on spider' s legs my love. | |
| I' ve arranged this shame like a broken heart but nobody gets it so far. | |
| All they see is the old scar so I' m pulling it back to cut some more. | |
| Spotlight for the bursting star exploding in my outstretched arms. | |
| Hollywood death is not the same. |
| zuò qǔ : No Knife | |
| Difficult to hope for more, is this what you call a weapon? | |
| I damage myself just for you | |
| Offered up to strangers but I could' ve forgiven you anything. | |
| I' ve arranged these chains like a work of art, | |
| but nobody gets it so far. | |
| All they see is the old scar. | |
| I' m pulling it back to cut some more. | |
| Oh, but this is madness. | |
| It suggests what I' ve become. | |
| Oh, but this is madness. | |
| We forget but we can' t move on. | |
| Forward til we catch you all and sickened when the chase is done. | |
| I damaged myself just for you | |
| With lipstick and a pretty face, | |
| dancing on spider' s legs my love. | |
| I' ve arranged this shame like a broken heart but nobody gets it so far. | |
| All they see is the old scar so I' m pulling it back to cut some more. | |
| Spotlight for the bursting star exploding in my outstretched arms. | |
| Hollywood death is not the same. |