| Song | Until We Get Caught |
| Artist | Hit the Lights |
| Album | This Is a Stick Up... Don't Make It a Murder |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hit The Lights | |
| This is not the end | |
| This is just the beginning | |
| And don't you know everything we want | |
| Is within our reach at fingertips length | |
| We fought nonstop to make these nights our own | |
| Now no one can take them away | |
| Hands in the air (hands in the air) | |
| No one make a sound (no one make a sound) | |
| While you're in despair, we'll have our ears to the ground | |
| Listening for the pulse that just might drive these hearts tonight | |
| And I know we won't make it out alive | |
| We could have had it all | |
| Our backs against the wall | |
| Our eyes blindfolded tight | |
| Living what they call life [x2] (We could) | |
| We could have had it all (Our backs) | |
| Our backs against the wall (Our eyes) | |
| Our eyes blindfolded tight | |
| Hands in the air (hands in the air) | |
| No one make a sound (no one make a sound) | |
| While you're in despair, we'll have our ears to the ground | |
| Listening for the pulse that just might drive these hearts tonight | |
| And I know we won't make it out alive | |
| We won't make it out alive | |
| When you burn down these bridges | |
| And you build up these walls | |
| And you've torn out these pages | |
| And there's nothing left at all | |
| And when that day comes | |
| And we're all still here | |
| Will you be waiting? | |
| Will you be waiting? | |
| With hands in the air (hands in the air) | |
| No one make a sound (no one make a sound) | |
| While you're in despair, we'll have our ears to the ground | |
| Listening for the pulse that just might drive these hearts tonight | |
| And I know we won't make it out alive | |
| And I know we won't make it out alive |
| zuo qu : Hit The Lights | |
| This is not the end | |
| This is just the beginning | |
| And don' t you know everything we want | |
| Is within our reach at fingertips length | |
| We fought nonstop to make these nights our own | |
| Now no one can take them away | |
| Hands in the air hands in the air | |
| No one make a sound no one make a sound | |
| While you' re in despair, we' ll have our ears to the ground | |
| Listening for the pulse that just might drive these hearts tonight | |
| And I know we won' t make it out alive | |
| We could have had it all | |
| Our backs against the wall | |
| Our eyes blindfolded tight | |
| Living what they call life x2 We could | |
| We could have had it all Our backs | |
| Our backs against the wall Our eyes | |
| Our eyes blindfolded tight | |
| Hands in the air hands in the air | |
| No one make a sound no one make a sound | |
| While you' re in despair, we' ll have our ears to the ground | |
| Listening for the pulse that just might drive these hearts tonight | |
| And I know we won' t make it out alive | |
| We won' t make it out alive | |
| When you burn down these bridges | |
| And you build up these walls | |
| And you' ve torn out these pages | |
| And there' s nothing left at all | |
| And when that day comes | |
| And we' re all still here | |
| Will you be waiting? | |
| Will you be waiting? | |
| With hands in the air hands in the air | |
| No one make a sound no one make a sound | |
| While you' re in despair, we' ll have our ears to the ground | |
| Listening for the pulse that just might drive these hearts tonight | |
| And I know we won' t make it out alive | |
| And I know we won' t make it out alive |
| zuò qǔ : Hit The Lights | |
| This is not the end | |
| This is just the beginning | |
| And don' t you know everything we want | |
| Is within our reach at fingertips length | |
| We fought nonstop to make these nights our own | |
| Now no one can take them away | |
| Hands in the air hands in the air | |
| No one make a sound no one make a sound | |
| While you' re in despair, we' ll have our ears to the ground | |
| Listening for the pulse that just might drive these hearts tonight | |
| And I know we won' t make it out alive | |
| We could have had it all | |
| Our backs against the wall | |
| Our eyes blindfolded tight | |
| Living what they call life x2 We could | |
| We could have had it all Our backs | |
| Our backs against the wall Our eyes | |
| Our eyes blindfolded tight | |
| Hands in the air hands in the air | |
| No one make a sound no one make a sound | |
| While you' re in despair, we' ll have our ears to the ground | |
| Listening for the pulse that just might drive these hearts tonight | |
| And I know we won' t make it out alive | |
| We won' t make it out alive | |
| When you burn down these bridges | |
| And you build up these walls | |
| And you' ve torn out these pages | |
| And there' s nothing left at all | |
| And when that day comes | |
| And we' re all still here | |
| Will you be waiting? | |
| Will you be waiting? | |
| With hands in the air hands in the air | |
| No one make a sound no one make a sound | |
| While you' re in despair, we' ll have our ears to the ground | |
| Listening for the pulse that just might drive these hearts tonight | |
| And I know we won' t make it out alive | |
| And I know we won' t make it out alive |