| Song | What We Fall for When We're Already Down |
| Artist | The Good Life |
| Album | Novena on a Nocturn |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Good Life | |
| i'll try to describe the way that it felt to | |
| tell my own mother her son is a failure. | |
| his heart is too cold to love anyone but himself. | |
| it's like stabbing an icicle straight through your chest. | |
| your whole body shivers as it coarses your blood. | |
| and your quivering throat keeps | |
| choking on those words, | |
| mama i tried a thousand times | |
| i'm frozen to the core. | |
| your son is a glorious mess, | |
| who wrecks anything he adores. | |
| but deep in his center he swears | |
| there's a candle just waiting to burn. and melt. | |
| so who's gonna burn him | |
| yeah who's gonna break him | |
| into a thousand pieces | |
| melting over flames of perfection. | |
| i once felt its warmth, | |
| but it left me shivering in the dark. | |
| mama i tired a thousand times | |
| the pieces wouldn't fit. | |
| son, love is a punch in the eye. | |
| it's a sudden and swift surprise. i | |
| t's not a candle, its not waiting to burn. | |
| so baby, just wait your turn. | |
| and when it hits you, | |
| you'll see through rose colored apathy; | |
| through the blues that bruise can leave. | |
| was it really worth the wait? |
| zuo qu : Good Life | |
| i' ll try to describe the way that it felt to | |
| tell my own mother her son is a failure. | |
| his heart is too cold to love anyone but himself. | |
| it' s like stabbing an icicle straight through your chest. | |
| your whole body shivers as it coarses your blood. | |
| and your quivering throat keeps | |
| choking on those words, | |
| mama i tried a thousand times | |
| i' m frozen to the core. | |
| your son is a glorious mess, | |
| who wrecks anything he adores. | |
| but deep in his center he swears | |
| there' s a candle just waiting to burn. and melt. | |
| so who' s gonna burn him | |
| yeah who' s gonna break him | |
| into a thousand pieces | |
| melting over flames of perfection. | |
| i once felt its warmth, | |
| but it left me shivering in the dark. | |
| mama i tired a thousand times | |
| the pieces wouldn' t fit. | |
| son, love is a punch in the eye. | |
| it' s a sudden and swift surprise. i | |
| t' s not a candle, its not waiting to burn. | |
| so baby, just wait your turn. | |
| and when it hits you, | |
| you' ll see through rose colored apathy | |
| through the blues that bruise can leave. | |
| was it really worth the wait? |
| zuò qǔ : Good Life | |
| i' ll try to describe the way that it felt to | |
| tell my own mother her son is a failure. | |
| his heart is too cold to love anyone but himself. | |
| it' s like stabbing an icicle straight through your chest. | |
| your whole body shivers as it coarses your blood. | |
| and your quivering throat keeps | |
| choking on those words, | |
| mama i tried a thousand times | |
| i' m frozen to the core. | |
| your son is a glorious mess, | |
| who wrecks anything he adores. | |
| but deep in his center he swears | |
| there' s a candle just waiting to burn. and melt. | |
| so who' s gonna burn him | |
| yeah who' s gonna break him | |
| into a thousand pieces | |
| melting over flames of perfection. | |
| i once felt its warmth, | |
| but it left me shivering in the dark. | |
| mama i tired a thousand times | |
| the pieces wouldn' t fit. | |
| son, love is a punch in the eye. | |
| it' s a sudden and swift surprise. i | |
| t' s not a candle, its not waiting to burn. | |
| so baby, just wait your turn. | |
| and when it hits you, | |
| you' ll see through rose colored apathy | |
| through the blues that bruise can leave. | |
| was it really worth the wait? |