| Song | Steps Ascending |
| Artist | Thursday |
| Album | War All The Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rickly, Thursday | |
| Steps ascend to a loaded gun | |
| The scent of matches hangs in the air | |
| A lit one flickers out in a heart beat | |
| We don't want to see this | |
| A flash of light that's letting go of an empty bullet case | |
| By the time it hits the ground, he's out of reach(Let go, let go) | |
| Out reach(Let go, let go) | |
| Out reach(Let go, let go) | |
| Out reach(Let go, let go) | |
| Out reach(Let go, let go) | |
| The wolves are closin' in | |
| There's no room left to make amends but | |
| Do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high? | |
| All the time we've wasted | |
| Spent fighting | |
| It'll burn in the fire of our regret | |
| All the time we've wasted | |
| Spent fighting | |
| It's blood and it's runnin' down the stairs | |
| Freeze the frame | |
| Between the gunshot and the hole it makes | |
| A spinnin' bullet hangs in the middle | |
| There's no way to stop it | |
| It will surely hit the mark | |
| You can try to understand but | |
| I'm givin' up | |
| Givin' upGivin' up | |
| They synapse fires, it's right on time, givin' up(Givin' up) | |
| Givin' upGivin' up | |
| This should always stay out of reach(Let go, let go) | |
| Out reach(Let go, let go) | |
| Out reach(Let go, let go) | |
| Out reach(Let go, let go) | |
| Out reach(Let go let go) | |
| The wolves are closin' in | |
| There's no room left to make amends but | |
| Do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high? | |
| All the time we've wasted | |
| Spent fighting | |
| It'll burn in the fire of our regret | |
| All the time we've wasted | |
| Spent fighting | |
| It's blood and it's runnin' down the stairs | |
| I ran down the stairs into the garden | |
| Put both my hands into the soil | |
| In the spring you will bloom | |
| Like her heart through the blouse in the back of the ambulance | |
| As it turned and turned in the streets(Out of reach, out of reach) | |
| One more turn, won't you come back to me?(Out of reach, out of reach) | |
| As it turned on it's red lights(Out of reach, out of reach) | |
| You were turnin' into red roses | |
| Red rosesRed roses | |
| Red rosesI'm not givin' up |
| zuo ci : Rickly, Thursday | |
| Steps ascend to a loaded gun | |
| The scent of matches hangs in the air | |
| A lit one flickers out in a heart beat | |
| We don' t want to see this | |
| A flash of light that' s letting go of an empty bullet case | |
| By the time it hits the ground, he' s out of reach Let go, let go | |
| Out reach Let go, let go | |
| Out reach Let go, let go | |
| Out reach Let go, let go | |
| Out reach Let go, let go | |
| The wolves are closin' in | |
| There' s no room left to make amends but | |
| Do you remember when we' d fly that kite so high? | |
| All the time we' ve wasted | |
| Spent fighting | |
| It' ll burn in the fire of our regret | |
| All the time we' ve wasted | |
| Spent fighting | |
| It' s blood and it' s runnin' down the stairs | |
| Freeze the frame | |
| Between the gunshot and the hole it makes | |
| A spinnin' bullet hangs in the middle | |
| There' s no way to stop it | |
| It will surely hit the mark | |
| You can try to understand but | |
| I' m givin' up | |
| Givin' upGivin' up | |
| They synapse fires, it' s right on time, givin' up Givin' up | |
| Givin' upGivin' up | |
| This should always stay out of reach Let go, let go | |
| Out reach Let go, let go | |
| Out reach Let go, let go | |
| Out reach Let go, let go | |
| Out reach Let go let go | |
| The wolves are closin' in | |
| There' s no room left to make amends but | |
| Do you remember when we' d fly that kite so high? | |
| All the time we' ve wasted | |
| Spent fighting | |
| It' ll burn in the fire of our regret | |
| All the time we' ve wasted | |
| Spent fighting | |
| It' s blood and it' s runnin' down the stairs | |
| I ran down the stairs into the garden | |
| Put both my hands into the soil | |
| In the spring you will bloom | |
| Like her heart through the blouse in the back of the ambulance | |
| As it turned and turned in the streets Out of reach, out of reach | |
| One more turn, won' t you come back to me? Out of reach, out of reach | |
| As it turned on it' s red lights Out of reach, out of reach | |
| You were turnin' into red roses | |
| Red rosesRed roses | |
| Red rosesI' m not givin' up |
| zuò cí : Rickly, Thursday | |
| Steps ascend to a loaded gun | |
| The scent of matches hangs in the air | |
| A lit one flickers out in a heart beat | |
| We don' t want to see this | |
| A flash of light that' s letting go of an empty bullet case | |
| By the time it hits the ground, he' s out of reach Let go, let go | |
| Out reach Let go, let go | |
| Out reach Let go, let go | |
| Out reach Let go, let go | |
| Out reach Let go, let go | |
| The wolves are closin' in | |
| There' s no room left to make amends but | |
| Do you remember when we' d fly that kite so high? | |
| All the time we' ve wasted | |
| Spent fighting | |
| It' ll burn in the fire of our regret | |
| All the time we' ve wasted | |
| Spent fighting | |
| It' s blood and it' s runnin' down the stairs | |
| Freeze the frame | |
| Between the gunshot and the hole it makes | |
| A spinnin' bullet hangs in the middle | |
| There' s no way to stop it | |
| It will surely hit the mark | |
| You can try to understand but | |
| I' m givin' up | |
| Givin' upGivin' up | |
| They synapse fires, it' s right on time, givin' up Givin' up | |
| Givin' upGivin' up | |
| This should always stay out of reach Let go, let go | |
| Out reach Let go, let go | |
| Out reach Let go, let go | |
| Out reach Let go, let go | |
| Out reach Let go let go | |
| The wolves are closin' in | |
| There' s no room left to make amends but | |
| Do you remember when we' d fly that kite so high? | |
| All the time we' ve wasted | |
| Spent fighting | |
| It' ll burn in the fire of our regret | |
| All the time we' ve wasted | |
| Spent fighting | |
| It' s blood and it' s runnin' down the stairs | |
| I ran down the stairs into the garden | |
| Put both my hands into the soil | |
| In the spring you will bloom | |
| Like her heart through the blouse in the back of the ambulance | |
| As it turned and turned in the streets Out of reach, out of reach | |
| One more turn, won' t you come back to me? Out of reach, out of reach | |
| As it turned on it' s red lights Out of reach, out of reach | |
| You were turnin' into red roses | |
| Red rosesRed roses | |
| Red rosesI' m not givin' up |