| Song | Public Embarrassment Blues |
| Artist | Angels of Light |
| Album | How I Loved You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gira, Young | |
| Bring your silver arrows, | |
| bring your tender and scented white breast. | |
| Bring the coldest blue eyes in this world, | |
| bring the taste of liquor and cigarettes. | |
| Bring your voice that cracks and glitters, | |
| bring the love I'm pathetic to crave. | |
| Bring me one more night long and bitter, | |
| bring me the face of the woman I hate, | |
| then put on your clothes and go home... | |
| Just leave me alone.... | |
| This bed was warmed by your shadow, | |
| and my fingers still trace the lines where we layed. | |
| Now my thinking's distorted and is shallow, | |
| twisting the knife in the idiot face of my rage. | |
| Bring your torn and scattered pictures, | |
| bring the sweat and the stink of your love. | |
| Bring the whispering words I thought that I heard, | |
| bring me the wound with no healing or cause... | |
| Bring me the tongue that you put in my mouth, | |
| and bring the pain and the junk in my lungs. | |
| Tell me you love me but not very much... | |
| Don't bother with reasons, just go... | |
| Just leave me alone.... |
| zuo qu : Gira, Young | |
| Bring your silver arrows, | |
| bring your tender and scented white breast. | |
| Bring the coldest blue eyes in this world, | |
| bring the taste of liquor and cigarettes. | |
| Bring your voice that cracks and glitters, | |
| bring the love I' m pathetic to crave. | |
| Bring me one more night long and bitter, | |
| bring me the face of the woman I hate, | |
| then put on your clothes and go home... | |
| Just leave me alone.... | |
| This bed was warmed by your shadow, | |
| and my fingers still trace the lines where we layed. | |
| Now my thinking' s distorted and is shallow, | |
| twisting the knife in the idiot face of my rage. | |
| Bring your torn and scattered pictures, | |
| bring the sweat and the stink of your love. | |
| Bring the whispering words I thought that I heard, | |
| bring me the wound with no healing or cause... | |
| Bring me the tongue that you put in my mouth, | |
| and bring the pain and the junk in my lungs. | |
| Tell me you love me but not very much... | |
| Don' t bother with reasons, just go... | |
| Just leave me alone.... |
| zuò qǔ : Gira, Young | |
| Bring your silver arrows, | |
| bring your tender and scented white breast. | |
| Bring the coldest blue eyes in this world, | |
| bring the taste of liquor and cigarettes. | |
| Bring your voice that cracks and glitters, | |
| bring the love I' m pathetic to crave. | |
| Bring me one more night long and bitter, | |
| bring me the face of the woman I hate, | |
| then put on your clothes and go home... | |
| Just leave me alone.... | |
| This bed was warmed by your shadow, | |
| and my fingers still trace the lines where we layed. | |
| Now my thinking' s distorted and is shallow, | |
| twisting the knife in the idiot face of my rage. | |
| Bring your torn and scattered pictures, | |
| bring the sweat and the stink of your love. | |
| Bring the whispering words I thought that I heard, | |
| bring me the wound with no healing or cause... | |
| Bring me the tongue that you put in my mouth, | |
| and bring the pain and the junk in my lungs. | |
| Tell me you love me but not very much... | |
| Don' t bother with reasons, just go... | |
| Just leave me alone.... |