Conversation Via Radio (Do You Ever Wonder) Lyrics
| Song | Conversation Via Radio (Do You Ever Wonder) |
| Artist | Blue October |
| Album | Consent to Treatment |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Furstenfeld | |
| You must be broken | |
| By a thousand ways of wasting time | |
| Get to the point | |
| And off a hundred lines a week | |
| No need to change my mind | |
| A cleaner shade of thinking time | |
| But I seem to think more than I act upon most things. | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Do you ever wonder | |
| How hard you hit? | |
| You broke my thunder | |
| Do you ever wonder? | |
| (How hard you hit | |
| You broke my | |
| You broke my | |
| You broke my | |
| You broke my thunder) | |
| A scar was sewn | |
| A drop of blood was saved for making wine | |
| Still no repent | |
| On how you crumble when I shake | |
| A mental jaw was used | |
| To pry me from this wrecking bond | |
| The sad detail is all the promises I make. | |
| [Repeat Chorus] | |
| I'm cramped and crawling from under the dead | |
| I'm sick of living without you in bed | |
| I've made mistakes that I wrote... That I read... | |
| But now I just can't seem to be preoccupied | |
| The heart was tossed with a black lace chain | |
| With these hands that I write with | |
| And the ode that I live by... | |
| I will never be with you. | |
| [Repeat Chorus] | |
| God made this night for me, a silly devil in my talking | |
| Romantic company for walking. Over and out...Over and out... | |
| This year is the year I want to be, that silly devil in me talking | |
| Romantic company for walking. Over and out...Over and out... | |
| [Repeat Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Furstenfeld | |
| You must be broken | |
| By a thousand ways of wasting time | |
| Get to the point | |
| And off a hundred lines a week | |
| No need to change my mind | |
| A cleaner shade of thinking time | |
| But I seem to think more than I act upon most things. | |
| Chorus | |
| Do you ever wonder | |
| How hard you hit? | |
| You broke my thunder | |
| Do you ever wonder? | |
| How hard you hit | |
| You broke my | |
| You broke my | |
| You broke my | |
| You broke my thunder | |
| A scar was sewn | |
| A drop of blood was saved for making wine | |
| Still no repent | |
| On how you crumble when I shake | |
| A mental jaw was used | |
| To pry me from this wrecking bond | |
| The sad detail is all the promises I make. | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| I' m cramped and crawling from under the dead | |
| I' m sick of living without you in bed | |
| I' ve made mistakes that I wrote... That I read... | |
| But now I just can' t seem to be preoccupied | |
| The heart was tossed with a black lace chain | |
| With these hands that I write with | |
| And the ode that I live by... | |
| I will never be with you. | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| God made this night for me, a silly devil in my talking | |
| Romantic company for walking. Over and out... Over and out... | |
| This year is the year I want to be, that silly devil in me talking | |
| Romantic company for walking. Over and out... Over and out... | |
| Repeat Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Furstenfeld | |
| You must be broken | |
| By a thousand ways of wasting time | |
| Get to the point | |
| And off a hundred lines a week | |
| No need to change my mind | |
| A cleaner shade of thinking time | |
| But I seem to think more than I act upon most things. | |
| Chorus | |
| Do you ever wonder | |
| How hard you hit? | |
| You broke my thunder | |
| Do you ever wonder? | |
| How hard you hit | |
| You broke my | |
| You broke my | |
| You broke my | |
| You broke my thunder | |
| A scar was sewn | |
| A drop of blood was saved for making wine | |
| Still no repent | |
| On how you crumble when I shake | |
| A mental jaw was used | |
| To pry me from this wrecking bond | |
| The sad detail is all the promises I make. | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| I' m cramped and crawling from under the dead | |
| I' m sick of living without you in bed | |
| I' ve made mistakes that I wrote... That I read... | |
| But now I just can' t seem to be preoccupied | |
| The heart was tossed with a black lace chain | |
| With these hands that I write with | |
| And the ode that I live by... | |
| I will never be with you. | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| God made this night for me, a silly devil in my talking | |
| Romantic company for walking. Over and out... Over and out... | |
| This year is the year I want to be, that silly devil in me talking | |
| Romantic company for walking. Over and out... Over and out... | |
| Repeat Chorus |
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