| Song | Love, Salvation, The Fear Of Death |
| Artist | Sixpence None the Richer |
| Album | The Early Years |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Arhelger, Slocum | |
| Well I'm staring straight into the face of hell | |
| You're so close and you can't even tell | |
| And I'm so wrapped up inside | |
| I don't have much to love | |
| Horrified I reel from pits unseen | |
| Falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds | |
| As it crumbles down on top of me | |
| I contemplate my lack of love | |
| Chorus | |
| Come and save my soul | |
| Before it's not too late | |
| I'm not afraid to admit | |
| How much I hate myself | |
| All these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head | |
| Surrendered body to the flames has singed the skin | |
| Can't speak in tongues and even if I could it's nothing | |
| Because I cannot love | |
| chorus | |
| [come and save, come and save my soul] | |
| Well I'm staring straight into the face of hell | |
| I'm so close and I can't even tell | |
| I'm so afraid I'll amount to nothing | |
| 'cause I don't have much to love | |
| [much to love | |
| Much to love | |
| Much to love] |
| zuo ci : Arhelger, Slocum | |
| Well I' m staring straight into the face of hell | |
| You' re so close and you can' t even tell | |
| And I' m so wrapped up inside | |
| I don' t have much to love | |
| Horrified I reel from pits unseen | |
| Falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds | |
| As it crumbles down on top of me | |
| I contemplate my lack of love | |
| Chorus | |
| Come and save my soul | |
| Before it' s not too late | |
| I' m not afraid to admit | |
| How much I hate myself | |
| All these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head | |
| Surrendered body to the flames has singed the skin | |
| Can' t speak in tongues and even if I could it' s nothing | |
| Because I cannot love | |
| chorus | |
| come and save, come and save my soul | |
| Well I' m staring straight into the face of hell | |
| I' m so close and I can' t even tell | |
| I' m so afraid I' ll amount to nothing | |
| ' cause I don' t have much to love | |
| much to love | |
| Much to love | |
| Much to love |
| zuò cí : Arhelger, Slocum | |
| Well I' m staring straight into the face of hell | |
| You' re so close and you can' t even tell | |
| And I' m so wrapped up inside | |
| I don' t have much to love | |
| Horrified I reel from pits unseen | |
| Falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds | |
| As it crumbles down on top of me | |
| I contemplate my lack of love | |
| Chorus | |
| Come and save my soul | |
| Before it' s not too late | |
| I' m not afraid to admit | |
| How much I hate myself | |
| All these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head | |
| Surrendered body to the flames has singed the skin | |
| Can' t speak in tongues and even if I could it' s nothing | |
| Because I cannot love | |
| chorus | |
| come and save, come and save my soul | |
| Well I' m staring straight into the face of hell | |
| I' m so close and I can' t even tell | |
| I' m so afraid I' ll amount to nothing | |
| ' cause I don' t have much to love | |
| much to love | |
| Much to love | |
| Much to love |