| 作词 : Adrian Somerville | |
| 作曲 : Raphaël Harter | |
| most def your a child in a travelling man suit | |
| with your thorts now you awkwardly lay... | |
| moving forward never felt so uneasy like each breath from my chest | |
| (first i blamed it on the rain not the cigarettes and stress | |
| i complained,) making movies in my head | |
| my directors chair is made up but still thats where i slept in a way | |
| where you toss and you turn out to not be the man that you wanted now you | |
| struggle to face | |
| what you've become, she couldn't relate, look what you've done now, it aint a | |
| mistake | |
| (when it's made like a thousand time over), feeling sick in your brain like your | |
| dad when he's sober it pains | |
| me to think with this paintbrush, (the faintest touch of my reality is slipping | |
| away) | |
| down that river where those men fish | |
| (but catch nothing but regrets and a clentched fist ****ing insane) | |
| there's not much to say when you got no one to blame | |
| but yourself as you play and you dwell with this clay |
| zuo ci : Adrian Somerville | |
| zuo qu : Rapha l Harter | |
| most def your a child in a travelling man suit | |
| with your thorts now you awkwardly lay... | |
| moving forward never felt so uneasy like each breath from my chest | |
| first i blamed it on the rain not the cigarettes and stress | |
| i complained, making movies in my head | |
| my directors chair is made up but still thats where i slept in a way | |
| where you toss and you turn out to not be the man that you wanted now you | |
| struggle to face | |
| what you' ve become, she couldn' t relate, look what you' ve done now, it aint a | |
| mistake | |
| when it' s made like a thousand time over, feeling sick in your brain like your | |
| dad when he' s sober it pains | |
| me to think with this paintbrush, the faintest touch of my reality is slipping | |
| away | |
| down that river where those men fish | |
| but catch nothing but regrets and a clentched fist ing insane | |
| there' s not much to say when you got no one to blame | |
| but yourself as you play and you dwell with this clay |
| zuò cí : Adrian Somerville | |
| zuò qǔ : Rapha l Harter | |
| most def your a child in a travelling man suit | |
| with your thorts now you awkwardly lay... | |
| moving forward never felt so uneasy like each breath from my chest | |
| first i blamed it on the rain not the cigarettes and stress | |
| i complained, making movies in my head | |
| my directors chair is made up but still thats where i slept in a way | |
| where you toss and you turn out to not be the man that you wanted now you | |
| struggle to face | |
| what you' ve become, she couldn' t relate, look what you' ve done now, it aint a | |
| mistake | |
| when it' s made like a thousand time over, feeling sick in your brain like your | |
| dad when he' s sober it pains | |
| me to think with this paintbrush, the faintest touch of my reality is slipping | |
| away | |
| down that river where those men fish | |
| but catch nothing but regrets and a clentched fist ing insane | |
| there' s not much to say when you got no one to blame | |
| but yourself as you play and you dwell with this clay |
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