Song | Lip Gloss And Black |
Artist | Atreyu |
Album | Suicide Notes And Butterfly Kisses |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
If I gave you pretty enough words | |
Could you paint a picture of us that works? | |
An emphasis on function rather than design | |
Aren't you tired? Cause I will carry you | |
On a broken back and blown out knees | |
I have been where you are for a while | |
Aren't you tired of being weak? | |
Such rage that you could scream | |
All the stars right out of the sky | |
And destroy the prettiest starry night | |
Every evening that I die | |
I am exhumed | |
Just a little less human | |
And a lot more bitter and cold | |
I am exhumed | |
Just a little less human | |
And a lot more bitter and cold | |
I am exhumed | |
Just a little less human | |
And a lot more bitter and cold | |
I am exhumed | |
Just a little less human | |
After all these images of pain | |
Have cut right through you | |
I will kiss every scar | |
And weep you are not alone | |
Then I'll show you that place | |
In my chest where my heart | |
Still tries to beat, it still tries to beat | |
Aren't you tired of being weak? | |
Such rage that you could scream | |
All stars right out of the sky | |
And destroy the prettiest starry night | |
Every evening that I die | |
Live. Love. Burn. Die. | |
Live. Love. Burn. Die. | |
Live. Love. Burn. Die. | |
Live. Love. Burn. Die. |
zuo ci : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
If I gave you pretty enough words | |
Could you paint a picture of us that works? | |
An emphasis on function rather than design | |
Aren' t you tired? Cause I will carry you | |
On a broken back and blown out knees | |
I have been where you are for a while | |
Aren' t you tired of being weak? | |
Such rage that you could scream | |
All the stars right out of the sky | |
And destroy the prettiest starry night | |
Every evening that I die | |
I am exhumed | |
Just a little less human | |
And a lot more bitter and cold | |
I am exhumed | |
Just a little less human | |
And a lot more bitter and cold | |
I am exhumed | |
Just a little less human | |
And a lot more bitter and cold | |
I am exhumed | |
Just a little less human | |
After all these images of pain | |
Have cut right through you | |
I will kiss every scar | |
And weep you are not alone | |
Then I' ll show you that place | |
In my chest where my heart | |
Still tries to beat, it still tries to beat | |
Aren' t you tired of being weak? | |
Such rage that you could scream | |
All stars right out of the sky | |
And destroy the prettiest starry night | |
Every evening that I die | |
Live. Love. Burn. Die. | |
Live. Love. Burn. Die. | |
Live. Love. Burn. Die. | |
Live. Love. Burn. Die. |
zuò cí : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
If I gave you pretty enough words | |
Could you paint a picture of us that works? | |
An emphasis on function rather than design | |
Aren' t you tired? Cause I will carry you | |
On a broken back and blown out knees | |
I have been where you are for a while | |
Aren' t you tired of being weak? | |
Such rage that you could scream | |
All the stars right out of the sky | |
And destroy the prettiest starry night | |
Every evening that I die | |
I am exhumed | |
Just a little less human | |
And a lot more bitter and cold | |
I am exhumed | |
Just a little less human | |
And a lot more bitter and cold | |
I am exhumed | |
Just a little less human | |
And a lot more bitter and cold | |
I am exhumed | |
Just a little less human | |
After all these images of pain | |
Have cut right through you | |
I will kiss every scar | |
And weep you are not alone | |
Then I' ll show you that place | |
In my chest where my heart | |
Still tries to beat, it still tries to beat | |
Aren' t you tired of being weak? | |
Such rage that you could scream | |
All stars right out of the sky | |
And destroy the prettiest starry night | |
Every evening that I die | |
Live. Love. Burn. Die. | |
Live. Love. Burn. Die. | |
Live. Love. Burn. Die. | |
Live. Love. Burn. Die. |