| 作曲 : Lightburn | |
| Head and shoulders above all the rest, you climb to the top of the list. | |
| My love, the strain on my shoulders. Reminds me of the night when I first gazed upon a face that makes eyes swell. | |
| With tears that just won't quell | |
| this riotous beat of a heart that can only feed on the darkness | |
| of a hell below us. | |
| Overwrought tearing apart our every thought of hope to save one soul | |
| a hope to make me whole again. | |
| Down from a hundred to one. | |
| Count. Down from a hundred to one. | |
| Lord, pray that you bring us a sun tomorrow. | |
| Out of a wedlock cosmo torn, a place where healing starts, holding a berlin heart. | |
| Are you fading? Don't stop waiting. | |
| Donors of excitement in this berlin heart. | |
| Fight our way to the top of the list | |
| without anything but a fistful of a glory that can only come from a power that gives and takes us all. | |
| Don't come fro me I'll come to you. | |
| Don't come for me. I'm counting. | |
| Down from a hundred to one. | |
| Count. Down from a hundred to one. | |
| Count. Down from a hundred to one. | |
| Count. Down From a hundred to one. | |
| Count. Down from a hundred to one. |
| zuo qu : Lightburn | |
| Head and shoulders above all the rest, you climb to the top of the list. | |
| My love, the strain on my shoulders. Reminds me of the night when I first gazed upon a face that makes eyes swell. | |
| With tears that just won' t quell | |
| this riotous beat of a heart that can only feed on the darkness | |
| of a hell below us. | |
| Overwrought tearing apart our every thought of hope to save one soul | |
| a hope to make me whole again. | |
| Down from a hundred to one. | |
| Count. Down from a hundred to one. | |
| Lord, pray that you bring us a sun tomorrow. | |
| Out of a wedlock cosmo torn, a place where healing starts, holding a berlin heart. | |
| Are you fading? Don' t stop waiting. | |
| Donors of excitement in this berlin heart. | |
| Fight our way to the top of the list | |
| without anything but a fistful of a glory that can only come from a power that gives and takes us all. | |
| Don' t come fro me I' ll come to you. | |
| Don' t come for me. I' m counting. | |
| Down from a hundred to one. | |
| Count. Down from a hundred to one. | |
| Count. Down from a hundred to one. | |
| Count. Down From a hundred to one. | |
| Count. Down from a hundred to one. |
| zuò qǔ : Lightburn | |
| Head and shoulders above all the rest, you climb to the top of the list. | |
| My love, the strain on my shoulders. Reminds me of the night when I first gazed upon a face that makes eyes swell. | |
| With tears that just won' t quell | |
| this riotous beat of a heart that can only feed on the darkness | |
| of a hell below us. | |
| Overwrought tearing apart our every thought of hope to save one soul | |
| a hope to make me whole again. | |
| Down from a hundred to one. | |
| Count. Down from a hundred to one. | |
| Lord, pray that you bring us a sun tomorrow. | |
| Out of a wedlock cosmo torn, a place where healing starts, holding a berlin heart. | |
| Are you fading? Don' t stop waiting. | |
| Donors of excitement in this berlin heart. | |
| Fight our way to the top of the list | |
| without anything but a fistful of a glory that can only come from a power that gives and takes us all. | |
| Don' t come fro me I' ll come to you. | |
| Don' t come for me. I' m counting. | |
| Down from a hundred to one. | |
| Count. Down from a hundred to one. | |
| Count. Down from a hundred to one. | |
| Count. Down From a hundred to one. | |
| Count. Down from a hundred to one. |
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)