Missing You Lyrics
| Song | Missing You |
| Artist | Manus Bell |
| Album | Brothers Over Business |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Manus Bell | |
| 作曲 : Manus Bell/Billy Caithness | |
| I’ve always been told that you never really know | |
| what you got ‘til it's gone and hit a new low | |
| Thoughts beginning to flow embedded in pain so | |
| I hit the bong and try to get away by being stoned | |
| I´m sitting on my own all alone in my living room | |
| puffing on a bud of homegrown ‘cause I’m missing you | |
| and I know that it's the shit that I usually do | |
| but now I feel like Freddy Kruger’s ripping my soul into two | |
| I wait for the blow to defuse and I make it by going to booze | |
| calming me down but making me want to call you | |
| and stall you, don’t make any mistakes whether we are taking a break or not | |
| you shouldn’t be ****ing with any other dudes | |
| I can see you’ve been confused about who you’re willing to lose | |
| in all this mist of mischief calling upon the blues | |
| I want an answer so I ask you what you want to do | |
| but regret it when you pack a bag and fly to Belarus | |
| How could I not be the guy that you decide to choose? | |
| When I provided everything for us and I tried to do | |
| all that you wanted me to, only to fall like a fool | |
| Living in a sentimental prison as I’m missing you | |
| I’m feeling the definition of need in Moscow | |
| My heart bleeds on repeat in Moscow | |
| I’m lying on my knees in the streets of Moscow | |
| so watch out, all I can think of being is hostile | |
| All you tend to meet in me is an enemy | |
| If I don’t do the therapy I’ll explode as the alarm sounds | |
| “Reality” it's not my imaginary farm now | |
| no woman of my dreams cooking dinner out in the barn house | |
| she’s gone now, flying away to another man | |
| No emotional connection, the message I understand | |
| But the thing is that I can’t get her out of my future plans | |
| I gotta find a way to get her back or I’ll be damned | |
| I’m living in this quick-sand apocalyptic still-stance | |
| This’ the beginning of me living on critical land | |
| No direction, I’m crippled without my Marianne, | |
| Late June, I was sure that I would be a married man | |
| I try to find myself, I’m trying to rise up on my feet | |
| I try to get out of this hell as I admit to defeat | |
| I try to realize how other people manage to beat | |
| the unforgiving agony whenever lovers retreat | |
| I cry at night, lie curled up under the sheets | |
| even though I know it ain’t the code of the street | |
| I’m simply trying to express how I experience the grief | |
| Incomplete, not awake but I’m barely getting to sleep | |
| Try to reach the next step and get into the main goal | |
| but find that everything seems to be wrong in my soul | |
| The blood’s flowing beginning to go cold in a motion of no hope | |
| like the broken in all folk who are hoping they all choke | |
| in an ocean of raw smoke that is poison like charcoal | |
| that is stuck into your throat for all eternity | |
| murdering all the certainty the bourbon is murdering me | |
| absurdity is lurking in the darkness disturbing the free | |
| Rock bottom at the bottomless pit of the bottle | |
| Full throttle, Volga River never to see a tomorrow | |
| It’s hard to swallow reality when you’re feeling hollow | |
| following the shadow of yourself in the valley of sorrow | |
| I see a light through the clouds in the sky, | |
| and suddenly I realize that I was willing to die | |
| I’m paralyzed yet I wake up as I dry my eyes | |
| Still cry ‘til I see you lay right by my side |
| zuo ci : Manus Bell | |
| zuo qu : Manus Bell Billy Caithness | |
| I' ve always been told that you never really know | |
| what you got ' til it' s gone and hit a new low | |
| Thoughts beginning to flow embedded in pain so | |
| I hit the bong and try to get away by being stoned | |
| I m sitting on my own all alone in my living room | |
| puffing on a bud of homegrown ' cause I' m missing you | |
| and I know that it' s the shit that I usually do | |
| but now I feel like Freddy Kruger' s ripping my soul into two | |
| I wait for the blow to defuse and I make it by going to booze | |
| calming me down but making me want to call you | |
| and stall you, don' t make any mistakes whether we are taking a break or not | |
| you shouldn' t be ing with any other dudes | |
| I can see you' ve been confused about who you' re willing to lose | |
| in all this mist of mischief calling upon the blues | |
| I want an answer so I ask you what you want to do | |
| but regret it when you pack a bag and fly to Belarus | |
| How could I not be the guy that you decide to choose? | |
| When I provided everything for us and I tried to do | |
| all that you wanted me to, only to fall like a fool | |
| Living in a sentimental prison as I' m missing you | |
| I' m feeling the definition of need in Moscow | |
| My heart bleeds on repeat in Moscow | |
| I' m lying on my knees in the streets of Moscow | |
| so watch out, all I can think of being is hostile | |
| All you tend to meet in me is an enemy | |
| If I don' t do the therapy I' ll explode as the alarm sounds | |
| " Reality" it' s not my imaginary farm now | |
| no woman of my dreams cooking dinner out in the barn house | |
| she' s gone now, flying away to another man | |
| No emotional connection, the message I understand | |
| But the thing is that I can' t get her out of my future plans | |
| I gotta find a way to get her back or I' ll be damned | |
| I' m living in this quicksand apocalyptic stillstance | |
| This' the beginning of me living on critical land | |
| No direction, I' m crippled without my Marianne, | |
| Late June, I was sure that I would be a married man | |
| I try to find myself, I' m trying to rise up on my feet | |
| I try to get out of this hell as I admit to defeat | |
| I try to realize how other people manage to beat | |
| the unforgiving agony whenever lovers retreat | |
| I cry at night, lie curled up under the sheets | |
| even though I know it ain' t the code of the street | |
| I' m simply trying to express how I experience the grief | |
| Incomplete, not awake but I' m barely getting to sleep | |
| Try to reach the next step and get into the main goal | |
| but find that everything seems to be wrong in my soul | |
| The blood' s flowing beginning to go cold in a motion of no hope | |
| like the broken in all folk who are hoping they all choke | |
| in an ocean of raw smoke that is poison like charcoal | |
| that is stuck into your throat for all eternity | |
| murdering all the certainty the bourbon is murdering me | |
| absurdity is lurking in the darkness disturbing the free | |
| Rock bottom at the bottomless pit of the bottle | |
| Full throttle, Volga River never to see a tomorrow | |
| It' s hard to swallow reality when you' re feeling hollow | |
| following the shadow of yourself in the valley of sorrow | |
| I see a light through the clouds in the sky, | |
| and suddenly I realize that I was willing to die | |
| I' m paralyzed yet I wake up as I dry my eyes | |
| Still cry ' til I see you lay right by my side |
| zuò cí : Manus Bell | |
| zuò qǔ : Manus Bell Billy Caithness | |
| I' ve always been told that you never really know | |
| what you got ' til it' s gone and hit a new low | |
| Thoughts beginning to flow embedded in pain so | |
| I hit the bong and try to get away by being stoned | |
| I m sitting on my own all alone in my living room | |
| puffing on a bud of homegrown ' cause I' m missing you | |
| and I know that it' s the shit that I usually do | |
| but now I feel like Freddy Kruger' s ripping my soul into two | |
| I wait for the blow to defuse and I make it by going to booze | |
| calming me down but making me want to call you | |
| and stall you, don' t make any mistakes whether we are taking a break or not | |
| you shouldn' t be ing with any other dudes | |
| I can see you' ve been confused about who you' re willing to lose | |
| in all this mist of mischief calling upon the blues | |
| I want an answer so I ask you what you want to do | |
| but regret it when you pack a bag and fly to Belarus | |
| How could I not be the guy that you decide to choose? | |
| When I provided everything for us and I tried to do | |
| all that you wanted me to, only to fall like a fool | |
| Living in a sentimental prison as I' m missing you | |
| I' m feeling the definition of need in Moscow | |
| My heart bleeds on repeat in Moscow | |
| I' m lying on my knees in the streets of Moscow | |
| so watch out, all I can think of being is hostile | |
| All you tend to meet in me is an enemy | |
| If I don' t do the therapy I' ll explode as the alarm sounds | |
| " Reality" it' s not my imaginary farm now | |
| no woman of my dreams cooking dinner out in the barn house | |
| she' s gone now, flying away to another man | |
| No emotional connection, the message I understand | |
| But the thing is that I can' t get her out of my future plans | |
| I gotta find a way to get her back or I' ll be damned | |
| I' m living in this quicksand apocalyptic stillstance | |
| This' the beginning of me living on critical land | |
| No direction, I' m crippled without my Marianne, | |
| Late June, I was sure that I would be a married man | |
| I try to find myself, I' m trying to rise up on my feet | |
| I try to get out of this hell as I admit to defeat | |
| I try to realize how other people manage to beat | |
| the unforgiving agony whenever lovers retreat | |
| I cry at night, lie curled up under the sheets | |
| even though I know it ain' t the code of the street | |
| I' m simply trying to express how I experience the grief | |
| Incomplete, not awake but I' m barely getting to sleep | |
| Try to reach the next step and get into the main goal | |
| but find that everything seems to be wrong in my soul | |
| The blood' s flowing beginning to go cold in a motion of no hope | |
| like the broken in all folk who are hoping they all choke | |
| in an ocean of raw smoke that is poison like charcoal | |
| that is stuck into your throat for all eternity | |
| murdering all the certainty the bourbon is murdering me | |
| absurdity is lurking in the darkness disturbing the free | |
| Rock bottom at the bottomless pit of the bottle | |
| Full throttle, Volga River never to see a tomorrow | |
| It' s hard to swallow reality when you' re feeling hollow | |
| following the shadow of yourself in the valley of sorrow | |
| I see a light through the clouds in the sky, | |
| and suddenly I realize that I was willing to die | |
| I' m paralyzed yet I wake up as I dry my eyes | |
| Still cry ' til I see you lay right by my side |
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