| Song | There Could Be Nothing After This |
| Artist | Underoath |
| Album | Play Your Old Stuff |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Chamberlain, Gillespie ... | |
| In the end we tend to think of how it began | |
| I could never explain the picture it painted | |
| And how it made me feel | |
| Now we see this emotion | |
| The light centered and overlooked | |
| You want to see me disappear | |
| Well, so do | |
| I, well, so do | |
| ISuch a quiet evaporation | |
| We're nothing but hollow vessels | |
| In search of what makes us alive | |
| I never said this was my revolution | |
| When you looked me in the eye | |
| Oh, how I've walked this white line | |
| So many times before | |
| What a feeble attempt | |
| Just to feel alive | |
| This is for you and all your hopeless case | |
| You never would, you never would | |
| Leave me in your wish to fail every time | |
| Every time | |
| I trySo talk about, talk about it | |
| At least it makes you feel something | |
| InsideWho have | |
| I becomeWho have | |
| I becomeOh | |
| God, everything, everything | |
| All around me is crumbling at my feet | |
| Everything, everything | |
| All around me is crumbling at my feet | |
| I stare, so delicate and ashamed | |
| At the shell | |
| I've shed myself from | |
| I stare, so delicate and ashamed | |
| In the eyes, in the eyes of my ghost | |
| In the eyes, in the eyes of my ghost | |
| Well, I would never love me | |
| Well, I would never | |
| Will I ever love me | |
| Well, I can't |
| zuo qu : Chamberlain, Gillespie ... | |
| In the end we tend to think of how it began | |
| I could never explain the picture it painted | |
| And how it made me feel | |
| Now we see this emotion | |
| The light centered and overlooked | |
| You want to see me disappear | |
| Well, so do | |
| I, well, so do | |
| ISuch a quiet evaporation | |
| We' re nothing but hollow vessels | |
| In search of what makes us alive | |
| I never said this was my revolution | |
| When you looked me in the eye | |
| Oh, how I' ve walked this white line | |
| So many times before | |
| What a feeble attempt | |
| Just to feel alive | |
| This is for you and all your hopeless case | |
| You never would, you never would | |
| Leave me in your wish to fail every time | |
| Every time | |
| I trySo talk about, talk about it | |
| At least it makes you feel something | |
| InsideWho have | |
| I becomeWho have | |
| I becomeOh | |
| God, everything, everything | |
| All around me is crumbling at my feet | |
| Everything, everything | |
| All around me is crumbling at my feet | |
| I stare, so delicate and ashamed | |
| At the shell | |
| I' ve shed myself from | |
| I stare, so delicate and ashamed | |
| In the eyes, in the eyes of my ghost | |
| In the eyes, in the eyes of my ghost | |
| Well, I would never love me | |
| Well, I would never | |
| Will I ever love me | |
| Well, I can' t |
| zuò qǔ : Chamberlain, Gillespie ... | |
| In the end we tend to think of how it began | |
| I could never explain the picture it painted | |
| And how it made me feel | |
| Now we see this emotion | |
| The light centered and overlooked | |
| You want to see me disappear | |
| Well, so do | |
| I, well, so do | |
| ISuch a quiet evaporation | |
| We' re nothing but hollow vessels | |
| In search of what makes us alive | |
| I never said this was my revolution | |
| When you looked me in the eye | |
| Oh, how I' ve walked this white line | |
| So many times before | |
| What a feeble attempt | |
| Just to feel alive | |
| This is for you and all your hopeless case | |
| You never would, you never would | |
| Leave me in your wish to fail every time | |
| Every time | |
| I trySo talk about, talk about it | |
| At least it makes you feel something | |
| InsideWho have | |
| I becomeWho have | |
| I becomeOh | |
| God, everything, everything | |
| All around me is crumbling at my feet | |
| Everything, everything | |
| All around me is crumbling at my feet | |
| I stare, so delicate and ashamed | |
| At the shell | |
| I' ve shed myself from | |
| I stare, so delicate and ashamed | |
| In the eyes, in the eyes of my ghost | |
| In the eyes, in the eyes of my ghost | |
| Well, I would never love me | |
| Well, I would never | |
| Will I ever love me | |
| Well, I can' t |