Gaslight Lyrics
| Song | Gaslight |
| Artist | Emilie Autumn |
| Album | Fight Like A Girl |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The wheels are turning | |
| Broken machinery | |
| It grinds below us | |
| And all around I see | |
| The crooked ceiling | |
| The old familiar halls | |
| The dirty paper | |
| That’s covering the walls | |
| The shattered staircase | |
| The bed I’m bleeding in | |
| We’ve tried to fight this | |
| But we can never win | |
| And in the gaslight that brings both life and death | |
| If it’s like last night this could be my last breath | |
| And so I hold tight to any hands I see | |
| But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me | |
| And no one’s coming, coming to take me home | |
| And no one’s coming, coming to take me home | |
| He takes my picture | |
| Although I don’t know why | |
| His hands are shaking | |
| Although I see him try | |
| To look collected | |
| He thinks it doesn’t show | |
| We are connected | |
| But what he doesn’t know | |
| Is when the guard comes | |
| To take me away | |
| I will be tortured | |
| Until the break of day | |
| And in the gaslight that brings both life and death | |
| If it’s like last night this could be my last breath | |
| And so I hold tight to any hands I see | |
| But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me | |
| And no one’s coming, coming to take me home | |
| And no one’s coming, coming to take me home | |
| He’s at the window | |
| He’s always looking down | |
| As we are beaten | |
| How can this fucking town | |
| Not know what’s happening | |
| To all their little girls | |
| They’ve got the Pirate | |
| They’re cutting off her curls | |
| And she is screaming | |
| They won’t leave her alone | |
| And I am dreaming | |
| Of joys I’ve never known | |
| At least I’m breathing | |
| At least I have my wits | |
| But when the cart comes | |
| Who’s buried in the pits | |
| Below my window | |
| I hear a horse go by | |
| And in the next cell | |
| An inmate starts to cry | |
| We try our best though | |
| To quiet down the fuss | |
| We know tomorrow | |
| It could be one of us | |
| And in the gaslight that brings both life and death | |
| If it’s like last night, this could be my last breath | |
| And so I hold tight to any hands I see | |
| But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me | |
| And no one’s coming, coming to take me home | |
| And no one’s coming, coming to take me home | |
| And no one’s coming, coming to take me home… |
| The wheels are turning | |
| Broken machinery | |
| It grinds below us | |
| And all around I see | |
| The crooked ceiling | |
| The old familiar halls | |
| The dirty paper | |
| That' s covering the walls | |
| The shattered staircase | |
| The bed I' m bleeding in | |
| We' ve tried to fight this | |
| But we can never win | |
| And in the gaslight that brings both life and death | |
| If it' s like last night this could be my last breath | |
| And so I hold tight to any hands I see | |
| But nothing' s alright they' re always watching me | |
| And no one' s coming, coming to take me home | |
| And no one' s coming, coming to take me home | |
| He takes my picture | |
| Although I don' t know why | |
| His hands are shaking | |
| Although I see him try | |
| To look collected | |
| He thinks it doesn' t show | |
| We are connected | |
| But what he doesn' t know | |
| Is when the guard comes | |
| To take me away | |
| I will be tortured | |
| Until the break of day | |
| And in the gaslight that brings both life and death | |
| If it' s like last night this could be my last breath | |
| And so I hold tight to any hands I see | |
| But nothing' s alright they' re always watching me | |
| And no one' s coming, coming to take me home | |
| And no one' s coming, coming to take me home | |
| He' s at the window | |
| He' s always looking down | |
| As we are beaten | |
| How can this fucking town | |
| Not know what' s happening | |
| To all their little girls | |
| They' ve got the Pirate | |
| They' re cutting off her curls | |
| And she is screaming | |
| They won' t leave her alone | |
| And I am dreaming | |
| Of joys I' ve never known | |
| At least I' m breathing | |
| At least I have my wits | |
| But when the cart comes | |
| Who' s buried in the pits | |
| Below my window | |
| I hear a horse go by | |
| And in the next cell | |
| An inmate starts to cry | |
| We try our best though | |
| To quiet down the fuss | |
| We know tomorrow | |
| It could be one of us | |
| And in the gaslight that brings both life and death | |
| If it' s like last night, this could be my last breath | |
| And so I hold tight to any hands I see | |
| But nothing' s alright they' re always watching me | |
| And no one' s coming, coming to take me home | |
| And no one' s coming, coming to take me home | |
| And no one' s coming, coming to take me home |
| The wheels are turning | |
| Broken machinery | |
| It grinds below us | |
| And all around I see | |
| The crooked ceiling | |
| The old familiar halls | |
| The dirty paper | |
| That' s covering the walls | |
| The shattered staircase | |
| The bed I' m bleeding in | |
| We' ve tried to fight this | |
| But we can never win | |
| And in the gaslight that brings both life and death | |
| If it' s like last night this could be my last breath | |
| And so I hold tight to any hands I see | |
| But nothing' s alright they' re always watching me | |
| And no one' s coming, coming to take me home | |
| And no one' s coming, coming to take me home | |
| He takes my picture | |
| Although I don' t know why | |
| His hands are shaking | |
| Although I see him try | |
| To look collected | |
| He thinks it doesn' t show | |
| We are connected | |
| But what he doesn' t know | |
| Is when the guard comes | |
| To take me away | |
| I will be tortured | |
| Until the break of day | |
| And in the gaslight that brings both life and death | |
| If it' s like last night this could be my last breath | |
| And so I hold tight to any hands I see | |
| But nothing' s alright they' re always watching me | |
| And no one' s coming, coming to take me home | |
| And no one' s coming, coming to take me home | |
| He' s at the window | |
| He' s always looking down | |
| As we are beaten | |
| How can this fucking town | |
| Not know what' s happening | |
| To all their little girls | |
| They' ve got the Pirate | |
| They' re cutting off her curls | |
| And she is screaming | |
| They won' t leave her alone | |
| And I am dreaming | |
| Of joys I' ve never known | |
| At least I' m breathing | |
| At least I have my wits | |
| But when the cart comes | |
| Who' s buried in the pits | |
| Below my window | |
| I hear a horse go by | |
| And in the next cell | |
| An inmate starts to cry | |
| We try our best though | |
| To quiet down the fuss | |
| We know tomorrow | |
| It could be one of us | |
| And in the gaslight that brings both life and death | |
| If it' s like last night, this could be my last breath | |
| And so I hold tight to any hands I see | |
| But nothing' s alright they' re always watching me | |
| And no one' s coming, coming to take me home | |
| And no one' s coming, coming to take me home | |
| And no one' s coming, coming to take me home |
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