| 作词 : Barlow | |
| Is something missing in my touch, a tension tugging at my smile? | |
| If there’s a right thing to say, | |
| I’m sure I missed it by a mile | |
| Swallowed in some detail, heavy in my blood | |
| I wanna hold you close, but | |
| I can’t lift my arms up | |
| Is there a reason for this distance? | |
| More than the drug that floats my days | |
| A nervous bug in my system, it keeps me edgy and ashamed | |
| I’ve got a saint, never ever will forgive | |
| That never understood me but still tells me how to live | |
| It fits when | |
| I stretch and | |
| I stretch because | |
| I can I stretch until | |
| I’m sore and then | |
| I open up for more | |
| I do it out of habit, not addiction | |
| And if I give it up, clean out my blood | |
| Will I still feel bored and disconnected? | |
| If I do it all for love, will | |
| I ever give enough? ‘ | |
| Cuz you can never be too pure or too connected | |
| You can never be too pure or too connected | |
| You can never be too pure |
| zuo ci : Barlow | |
| Is something missing in my touch, a tension tugging at my smile? | |
| If there' s a right thing to say, | |
| I' m sure I missed it by a mile | |
| Swallowed in some detail, heavy in my blood | |
| I wanna hold you close, but | |
| I can' t lift my arms up | |
| Is there a reason for this distance? | |
| More than the drug that floats my days | |
| A nervous bug in my system, it keeps me edgy and ashamed | |
| I' ve got a saint, never ever will forgive | |
| That never understood me but still tells me how to live | |
| It fits when | |
| I stretch and | |
| I stretch because | |
| I can I stretch until | |
| I' m sore and then | |
| I open up for more | |
| I do it out of habit, not addiction | |
| And if I give it up, clean out my blood | |
| Will I still feel bored and disconnected? | |
| If I do it all for love, will | |
| I ever give enough? ' | |
| Cuz you can never be too pure or too connected | |
| You can never be too pure or too connected | |
| You can never be too pure |
| zuò cí : Barlow | |
| Is something missing in my touch, a tension tugging at my smile? | |
| If there' s a right thing to say, | |
| I' m sure I missed it by a mile | |
| Swallowed in some detail, heavy in my blood | |
| I wanna hold you close, but | |
| I can' t lift my arms up | |
| Is there a reason for this distance? | |
| More than the drug that floats my days | |
| A nervous bug in my system, it keeps me edgy and ashamed | |
| I' ve got a saint, never ever will forgive | |
| That never understood me but still tells me how to live | |
| It fits when | |
| I stretch and | |
| I stretch because | |
| I can I stretch until | |
| I' m sore and then | |
| I open up for more | |
| I do it out of habit, not addiction | |
| And if I give it up, clean out my blood | |
| Will I still feel bored and disconnected? | |
| If I do it all for love, will | |
| I ever give enough? ' | |
| Cuz you can never be too pure or too connected | |
| You can never be too pure or too connected | |
| You can never be too pure |
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