Song | I Light My Own Fires Now |
Artist | Dashboard Confessional |
Album | The Shade Of Poison Trees |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Carrabba | |
Slip out the back before those | |
Handlers get too tight on you | |
I light my own fires now | |
I light my own fires now | |
Slip in this town like it was | |
Measured to fit right on you | |
We light our own fires now | |
We lead ourselves into the night | |
Oh yeah, I don't think | |
I'll be held | |
Inside an ordinary cell | |
Am I the escape or | |
Am I the escape artist? | |
I know, I know it's just a | |
Question of details | |
Or one of denial | |
Could all of this trip wire | |
Cut so easy? | |
We'll just see | |
Cut the alarm before the | |
Motion sets off its sensors | |
We move in silence now | |
We guard our secrets with our lives | |
We cover our tracks so we are | |
Protected from surveillance | |
We move in silence now | |
We lead ourselves into the fight | |
Into the fight, into the fight | |
Into the fight, into the fight | |
Into the fight, into the fight | |
And all the saints will rise again | |
As sons of wealthy men | |
Tear the whole world down before our eyes | |
And all the signs we should have read | |
While we ignored the dead | |
Will haunt us long after the last of us has died | |
Slip out the back before those | |
Handlers get too tight on you | |
I light my own fires now | |
I light my own fires now | |
Slip in this town like it was | |
Measured to fit right on you | |
We light our own fires now | |
We lead ourselves into the night |
zuo qu : Carrabba | |
Slip out the back before those | |
Handlers get too tight on you | |
I light my own fires now | |
I light my own fires now | |
Slip in this town like it was | |
Measured to fit right on you | |
We light our own fires now | |
We lead ourselves into the night | |
Oh yeah, I don' t think | |
I' ll be held | |
Inside an ordinary cell | |
Am I the escape or | |
Am I the escape artist? | |
I know, I know it' s just a | |
Question of details | |
Or one of denial | |
Could all of this trip wire | |
Cut so easy? | |
We' ll just see | |
Cut the alarm before the | |
Motion sets off its sensors | |
We move in silence now | |
We guard our secrets with our lives | |
We cover our tracks so we are | |
Protected from surveillance | |
We move in silence now | |
We lead ourselves into the fight | |
Into the fight, into the fight | |
Into the fight, into the fight | |
Into the fight, into the fight | |
And all the saints will rise again | |
As sons of wealthy men | |
Tear the whole world down before our eyes | |
And all the signs we should have read | |
While we ignored the dead | |
Will haunt us long after the last of us has died | |
Slip out the back before those | |
Handlers get too tight on you | |
I light my own fires now | |
I light my own fires now | |
Slip in this town like it was | |
Measured to fit right on you | |
We light our own fires now | |
We lead ourselves into the night |
zuò qǔ : Carrabba | |
Slip out the back before those | |
Handlers get too tight on you | |
I light my own fires now | |
I light my own fires now | |
Slip in this town like it was | |
Measured to fit right on you | |
We light our own fires now | |
We lead ourselves into the night | |
Oh yeah, I don' t think | |
I' ll be held | |
Inside an ordinary cell | |
Am I the escape or | |
Am I the escape artist? | |
I know, I know it' s just a | |
Question of details | |
Or one of denial | |
Could all of this trip wire | |
Cut so easy? | |
We' ll just see | |
Cut the alarm before the | |
Motion sets off its sensors | |
We move in silence now | |
We guard our secrets with our lives | |
We cover our tracks so we are | |
Protected from surveillance | |
We move in silence now | |
We lead ourselves into the fight | |
Into the fight, into the fight | |
Into the fight, into the fight | |
Into the fight, into the fight | |
And all the saints will rise again | |
As sons of wealthy men | |
Tear the whole world down before our eyes | |
And all the signs we should have read | |
While we ignored the dead | |
Will haunt us long after the last of us has died | |
Slip out the back before those | |
Handlers get too tight on you | |
I light my own fires now | |
I light my own fires now | |
Slip in this town like it was | |
Measured to fit right on you | |
We light our own fires now | |
We lead ourselves into the night |