Song | Peeling Away |
Artist | Stars of Track and Field |
Album | A Time For Lions |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bell, Calaba ... | |
Well I can't change that for you | |
I can't change that for you | |
I can't change anything at all | |
On a windswept day the weather's pouring down | |
It's thrashing on my bones again | |
What are the odds it will pass? | |
It knocks the wind out of my lungs | |
I'm doubled now | |
Watching all the birds return | |
To their cages made of glass | |
When you're bleeding inside | |
And peeling away | |
When you're bleeding inside | |
And peeling away | |
Come and find me I was there | |
But I can't change that for you | |
I can't change that for you | |
I can't change anything at all | |
No I can't change that for you | |
I can't change that for you | |
I can't change anything at all | |
When you're bleeding inside | |
And peeling away | |
When you're bleeding inside | |
And peeling away | |
Can you feel the birds return? | |
Can you feel the birds return? | |
Burn the ashes for America now it seems | |
We're walking on a wire again | |
With a pocket full of dreams | |
A pile of knives and teeth | |
You're hiding in your skin | |
The revolution starts to spin | |
And the maps will guide you in |
zuo qu : Bell, Calaba ... | |
Well I can' t change that for you | |
I can' t change that for you | |
I can' t change anything at all | |
On a windswept day the weather' s pouring down | |
It' s thrashing on my bones again | |
What are the odds it will pass? | |
It knocks the wind out of my lungs | |
I' m doubled now | |
Watching all the birds return | |
To their cages made of glass | |
When you' re bleeding inside | |
And peeling away | |
When you' re bleeding inside | |
And peeling away | |
Come and find me I was there | |
But I can' t change that for you | |
I can' t change that for you | |
I can' t change anything at all | |
No I can' t change that for you | |
I can' t change that for you | |
I can' t change anything at all | |
When you' re bleeding inside | |
And peeling away | |
When you' re bleeding inside | |
And peeling away | |
Can you feel the birds return? | |
Can you feel the birds return? | |
Burn the ashes for America now it seems | |
We' re walking on a wire again | |
With a pocket full of dreams | |
A pile of knives and teeth | |
You' re hiding in your skin | |
The revolution starts to spin | |
And the maps will guide you in |
zuò qǔ : Bell, Calaba ... | |
Well I can' t change that for you | |
I can' t change that for you | |
I can' t change anything at all | |
On a windswept day the weather' s pouring down | |
It' s thrashing on my bones again | |
What are the odds it will pass? | |
It knocks the wind out of my lungs | |
I' m doubled now | |
Watching all the birds return | |
To their cages made of glass | |
When you' re bleeding inside | |
And peeling away | |
When you' re bleeding inside | |
And peeling away | |
Come and find me I was there | |
But I can' t change that for you | |
I can' t change that for you | |
I can' t change anything at all | |
No I can' t change that for you | |
I can' t change that for you | |
I can' t change anything at all | |
When you' re bleeding inside | |
And peeling away | |
When you' re bleeding inside | |
And peeling away | |
Can you feel the birds return? | |
Can you feel the birds return? | |
Burn the ashes for America now it seems | |
We' re walking on a wire again | |
With a pocket full of dreams | |
A pile of knives and teeth | |
You' re hiding in your skin | |
The revolution starts to spin | |
And the maps will guide you in |