| Song | Busted To The Floor |
| Artist | Falconer |
| Album | Chapters From A Vale Forlorn |
| 作曲 : Weinerhall | |
| There are too many stones | |
| and life is just made of glass. | |
| Mark the words of the fool | |
| he will tell you the truth, oh so cruel. | |
| You say and I will believe | |
| although I stumble and fall. | |
| Deceived by my own eyes. | |
| Trust is a gamble with pain, roll the dice! | |
| Give me your confidence | |
| and I'll lock the door. | |
| Offer me the same | |
| and I'll be busted to the floor. | |
| Take a walk upon the ice | |
| or ride the light of day. | |
| Dance with flames of fire, | |
| you will burn with the words, of the liar. |
| zuò qǔ : Weinerhall | |
| There are too many stones | |
| and life is just made of glass. | |
| Mark the words of the fool | |
| he will tell you the truth, oh so cruel. | |
| You say and I will believe | |
| although I stumble and fall. | |
| Deceived by my own eyes. | |
| Trust is a gamble with pain, roll the dice! | |
| Give me your confidence | |
| and I' ll lock the door. | |
| Offer me the same | |
| and I' ll be busted to the floor. | |
| Take a walk upon the ice | |
| or ride the light of day. | |
| Dance with flames of fire, | |
| you will burn with the words, of the liar. |