| Song | Salty Eyes |
| Artist | The Matches |
| Album | Decomposer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Harris, Hurwitz, Matches | |
| Do you belong to a song? | |
| Does it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs? | |
| Are you drunk? | |
| Have you been drinking? | |
| Do you belove the overpass go with a fifth in your fist | |
| reminiscing the kiss of a love that just didn't love as much as you did? | |
| the kiss of a love that just didn't love as much as you did? | |
| But please don't give up dear walls. | |
| Don't let the ceiling fall. | |
| When you belong to a song, salty eyes. | |
| You belong. | |
| Shrill notes begin the grim violin. | |
| Then from the silence of violence the sirens orchestrate the score. | |
| To which one more corpse is left quiet. | |
| How we've become the hollows of drums. | |
| The rest between notes and the hollers that never reach throats. | |
| Friends in quotes, they're not calling. | |
| But please don't give up dear you. | |
| I'll bet the sliver moon's sliding through | |
| When you belong to a song, salty eyes. | |
| You belong. | |
| Do please believe however naive. | |
| They may drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs. | |
| And belong salty eyes. | |
| When you belong to a song, salty eyes. | |
| You belong. |
| zuo qu : Harris, Hurwitz, Matches | |
| Do you belong to a song? | |
| Does it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs? | |
| Are you drunk? | |
| Have you been drinking? | |
| Do you belove the overpass go with a fifth in your fist | |
| reminiscing the kiss of a love that just didn' t love as much as you did? | |
| the kiss of a love that just didn' t love as much as you did? | |
| But please don' t give up dear walls. | |
| Don' t let the ceiling fall. | |
| When you belong to a song, salty eyes. | |
| You belong. | |
| Shrill notes begin the grim violin. | |
| Then from the silence of violence the sirens orchestrate the score. | |
| To which one more corpse is left quiet. | |
| How we' ve become the hollows of drums. | |
| The rest between notes and the hollers that never reach throats. | |
| Friends in quotes, they' re not calling. | |
| But please don' t give up dear you. | |
| I' ll bet the sliver moon' s sliding through | |
| When you belong to a song, salty eyes. | |
| You belong. | |
| Do please believe however naive. | |
| They may drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs. | |
| And belong salty eyes. | |
| When you belong to a song, salty eyes. | |
| You belong. |
| zuò qǔ : Harris, Hurwitz, Matches | |
| Do you belong to a song? | |
| Does it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs? | |
| Are you drunk? | |
| Have you been drinking? | |
| Do you belove the overpass go with a fifth in your fist | |
| reminiscing the kiss of a love that just didn' t love as much as you did? | |
| the kiss of a love that just didn' t love as much as you did? | |
| But please don' t give up dear walls. | |
| Don' t let the ceiling fall. | |
| When you belong to a song, salty eyes. | |
| You belong. | |
| Shrill notes begin the grim violin. | |
| Then from the silence of violence the sirens orchestrate the score. | |
| To which one more corpse is left quiet. | |
| How we' ve become the hollows of drums. | |
| The rest between notes and the hollers that never reach throats. | |
| Friends in quotes, they' re not calling. | |
| But please don' t give up dear you. | |
| I' ll bet the sliver moon' s sliding through | |
| When you belong to a song, salty eyes. | |
| You belong. | |
| Do please believe however naive. | |
| They may drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs. | |
| And belong salty eyes. | |
| When you belong to a song, salty eyes. | |
| You belong. |