| Song | Blood In My Eye |
| Artist | Marsicans |
| Album | Ursa Major |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : James Robert Newbigging/Matthew David Mchale/Robert William Brander/Oliver Daniel Jameson | |
| 作曲 : James Robert Newbigging | |
| Those LEDs so warm and bright | |
| The clock was counting backwards | |
| A digital description of the service and the time | |
| That filled me full of promise as it bathed me in its light | |
| But I was soon to find that I'd been let down | |
| And betrayed by a screen that seemed so certain so serene and so defined | |
| It was sickening that feeling finding out | |
| those LEDs had just been telling me a lie | |
| Something’s not right | |
| It’s another rainy Sunday night | |
| And I start to throw it all away | |
| As cushions fail to soften my decay | |
| When I need them | |
| And after days of daily grind | |
| It was the last thing that I needed | |
| I struggled to concede that my lift home had gone awry | |
| And this I shared with an old lady sat down to my right hand side | |
| As she was rolling both her eyes | |
| Over and over anti-clockwise | |
| In a way she seemed to surmise as she heaved a heavy sigh | |
| That what will be, will be and that it should be plain to see | |
| That we just shouldn't be surprised | |
| A flash of you turns to red | |
| Can you please forget those things I said? | |
| Well I’ve noticed the seasons, they start to change | |
| I never seem to learn from my mistakes | |
| When I need you | |
| I’ve got blood in my eye. |
| zuo ci : James Robert Newbigging Matthew David Mchale Robert William Brander Oliver Daniel Jameson | |
| zuo qu : James Robert Newbigging | |
| Those LEDs so warm and bright | |
| The clock was counting backwards | |
| A digital description of the service and the time | |
| That filled me full of promise as it bathed me in its light | |
| But I was soon to find that I' d been let down | |
| And betrayed by a screen that seemed so certain so serene and so defined | |
| It was sickening that feeling finding out | |
| those LEDs had just been telling me a lie | |
| Something' s not right | |
| It' s another rainy Sunday night | |
| And I start to throw it all away | |
| As cushions fail to soften my decay | |
| When I need them | |
| And after days of daily grind | |
| It was the last thing that I needed | |
| I struggled to concede that my lift home had gone awry | |
| And this I shared with an old lady sat down to my right hand side | |
| As she was rolling both her eyes | |
| Over and over anticlockwise | |
| In a way she seemed to surmise as she heaved a heavy sigh | |
| That what will be, will be and that it should be plain to see | |
| That we just shouldn' t be surprised | |
| A flash of you turns to red | |
| Can you please forget those things I said? | |
| Well I' ve noticed the seasons, they start to change | |
| I never seem to learn from my mistakes | |
| When I need you | |
| I' ve got blood in my eye. |
| zuò cí : James Robert Newbigging Matthew David Mchale Robert William Brander Oliver Daniel Jameson | |
| zuò qǔ : James Robert Newbigging | |
| Those LEDs so warm and bright | |
| The clock was counting backwards | |
| A digital description of the service and the time | |
| That filled me full of promise as it bathed me in its light | |
| But I was soon to find that I' d been let down | |
| And betrayed by a screen that seemed so certain so serene and so defined | |
| It was sickening that feeling finding out | |
| those LEDs had just been telling me a lie | |
| Something' s not right | |
| It' s another rainy Sunday night | |
| And I start to throw it all away | |
| As cushions fail to soften my decay | |
| When I need them | |
| And after days of daily grind | |
| It was the last thing that I needed | |
| I struggled to concede that my lift home had gone awry | |
| And this I shared with an old lady sat down to my right hand side | |
| As she was rolling both her eyes | |
| Over and over anticlockwise | |
| In a way she seemed to surmise as she heaved a heavy sigh | |
| That what will be, will be and that it should be plain to see | |
| That we just shouldn' t be surprised | |
| A flash of you turns to red | |
| Can you please forget those things I said? | |
| Well I' ve noticed the seasons, they start to change | |
| I never seem to learn from my mistakes | |
| When I need you | |
| I' ve got blood in my eye. |