| 作曲 : Matt Johnson/Eric Schermerhorn | |
| The early morning sun lit up her room | |
| But it wasn't just a change in the weather | |
| She'd read it in her stars and now she felt it in her heart | |
| Life was gonna start getting better | |
| And there was a time when she would pray | |
| That each teardrop that rolled down her face | |
| Would represent a day of pain for him | |
| But now she's changing the way she feels | |
| About wasting her time & tears | |
| Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
| Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
| And all the tricks and all the lies | |
| He tried to pull over her eyes | |
| Kept running through her mind | |
| She looks back in disbelief | |
| In confusion and in grief | |
| At what his secrecy was revealing | |
| You can scream into your pillow | |
| You can pray into the night | |
| But you can't switch off your feelings | |
| Like you'd switch out a light | |
| But she's changing the way she feels | |
| About wasting her time and tears | |
| Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
| Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
| And now these winter skies | |
| Turn blue and bright | |
| And she feels alive | |
| And wants to drink every kiss | |
| Make up for what she's missed | |
| And wipe him out of her mind | |
| Some day he'll have to grow up | |
| And come clean | |
| And listen to the screams | |
| Of his own conscience | |
| Cry out, cry out, cry out | |
| ...And she'll not hear a sound |
| zuo qu : Matt Johnson Eric Schermerhorn | |
| The early morning sun lit up her room | |
| But it wasn' t just a change in the weather | |
| She' d read it in her stars and now she felt it in her heart | |
| Life was gonna start getting better | |
| And there was a time when she would pray | |
| That each teardrop that rolled down her face | |
| Would represent a day of pain for him | |
| But now she' s changing the way she feels | |
| About wasting her time tears | |
| Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
| Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
| And all the tricks and all the lies | |
| He tried to pull over her eyes | |
| Kept running through her mind | |
| She looks back in disbelief | |
| In confusion and in grief | |
| At what his secrecy was revealing | |
| You can scream into your pillow | |
| You can pray into the night | |
| But you can' t switch off your feelings | |
| Like you' d switch out a light | |
| But she' s changing the way she feels | |
| About wasting her time and tears | |
| Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
| Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
| And now these winter skies | |
| Turn blue and bright | |
| And she feels alive | |
| And wants to drink every kiss | |
| Make up for what she' s missed | |
| And wipe him out of her mind | |
| Some day he' ll have to grow up | |
| And come clean | |
| And listen to the screams | |
| Of his own conscience | |
| Cry out, cry out, cry out | |
| ... And she' ll not hear a sound |
| zuò qǔ : Matt Johnson Eric Schermerhorn | |
| The early morning sun lit up her room | |
| But it wasn' t just a change in the weather | |
| She' d read it in her stars and now she felt it in her heart | |
| Life was gonna start getting better | |
| And there was a time when she would pray | |
| That each teardrop that rolled down her face | |
| Would represent a day of pain for him | |
| But now she' s changing the way she feels | |
| About wasting her time tears | |
| Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
| Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
| And all the tricks and all the lies | |
| He tried to pull over her eyes | |
| Kept running through her mind | |
| She looks back in disbelief | |
| In confusion and in grief | |
| At what his secrecy was revealing | |
| You can scream into your pillow | |
| You can pray into the night | |
| But you can' t switch off your feelings | |
| Like you' d switch out a light | |
| But she' s changing the way she feels | |
| About wasting her time and tears | |
| Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
| Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
| And now these winter skies | |
| Turn blue and bright | |
| And she feels alive | |
| And wants to drink every kiss | |
| Make up for what she' s missed | |
| And wipe him out of her mind | |
| Some day he' ll have to grow up | |
| And come clean | |
| And listen to the screams | |
| Of his own conscience | |
| Cry out, cry out, cry out | |
| ... And she' ll not hear a sound |