| Song | I Kept Everything |
| Artist | The Church |
| Album | Forget Yourself |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kilbey, Koppes, Powles ... | |
| I kept everything | |
| Mornings and days paraded through space | |
| And stripped of all their meaning | |
| I saved everything | |
| But this afternoon I just ran out of room | |
| I haven't got the foggiest | |
| Yeah (yeah, yeah) let me get this straight | |
| If it's a matter of luck (yeah, yeah) | |
| Or a matter of fate | |
| I'm a tiny little flash in a damaged universe | |
| You know what makes it bettter only makes it worse | |
| Trying to find you | |
| Try to remind you | |
| Trying to find you | |
| I see everything | |
| Glitter and glamour, the bitter, the hammer | |
| That smashes up the evening | |
| I heard everything | |
| Buzzes and creaks, cymbals and shrieks | |
| I haven't got a feeling left | |
| Wait (yeah, yeah) | |
| Let me sort this out | |
| If it's a question of faith (yeah, yeah) | |
| Or a question of doubt | |
| You're an undiscovered wonder in a desolated place | |
| I wonder who's representing you, handling your case | |
| Trying to find you | |
| Try to remind you | |
| Trying to find you | |
| (Yeah, yeah) | |
| (Trying to find you) (Oh, oh) |
| zuo ci : Kilbey, Koppes, Powles ... | |
| I kept everything | |
| Mornings and days paraded through space | |
| And stripped of all their meaning | |
| I saved everything | |
| But this afternoon I just ran out of room | |
| I haven' t got the foggiest | |
| Yeah yeah, yeah let me get this straight | |
| If it' s a matter of luck yeah, yeah | |
| Or a matter of fate | |
| I' m a tiny little flash in a damaged universe | |
| You know what makes it bettter only makes it worse | |
| Trying to find you | |
| Try to remind you | |
| Trying to find you | |
| I see everything | |
| Glitter and glamour, the bitter, the hammer | |
| That smashes up the evening | |
| I heard everything | |
| Buzzes and creaks, cymbals and shrieks | |
| I haven' t got a feeling left | |
| Wait yeah, yeah | |
| Let me sort this out | |
| If it' s a question of faith yeah, yeah | |
| Or a question of doubt | |
| You' re an undiscovered wonder in a desolated place | |
| I wonder who' s representing you, handling your case | |
| Trying to find you | |
| Try to remind you | |
| Trying to find you | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Trying to find you Oh, oh |
| zuò cí : Kilbey, Koppes, Powles ... | |
| I kept everything | |
| Mornings and days paraded through space | |
| And stripped of all their meaning | |
| I saved everything | |
| But this afternoon I just ran out of room | |
| I haven' t got the foggiest | |
| Yeah yeah, yeah let me get this straight | |
| If it' s a matter of luck yeah, yeah | |
| Or a matter of fate | |
| I' m a tiny little flash in a damaged universe | |
| You know what makes it bettter only makes it worse | |
| Trying to find you | |
| Try to remind you | |
| Trying to find you | |
| I see everything | |
| Glitter and glamour, the bitter, the hammer | |
| That smashes up the evening | |
| I heard everything | |
| Buzzes and creaks, cymbals and shrieks | |
| I haven' t got a feeling left | |
| Wait yeah, yeah | |
| Let me sort this out | |
| If it' s a question of faith yeah, yeah | |
| Or a question of doubt | |
| You' re an undiscovered wonder in a desolated place | |
| I wonder who' s representing you, handling your case | |
| Trying to find you | |
| Try to remind you | |
| Trying to find you | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Trying to find you Oh, oh |