Milligram Smile Lyrics
| Song | Milligram Smile |
| Artist | From Autumn to Ashes |
| Album | Live at Looney Tunes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gross, Mark, Perri | |
| All my hopes | |
| And all of my dreams | |
| Everything falling in between | |
| Seems to me that memories | |
| (They) Mean more to you then they do to me. | |
| Through the sky | |
| And into your eyes. | |
| And I see everything | |
| Falling in between. | |
| Sew the lips right into your smile. | |
| I'm okay with faking this. | |
| I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss. | |
| If I'm a writer, and I'm a poet, | |
| I might love you, But never show it. | |
| You should forget me, this is a long tour, | |
| And I'll be back, but not in time for... | |
| If all we speak is rational thought | |
| Everyday I pray for the sadness. | |
| (My) Eyes are black, my throat is full of sickness. | |
| Then I'll be listening but not for long | |
| Everyday I pray for the sadness. | |
| (My) Eyes are black, my throat is full of sickness. | |
| The words I write are cheap and trite, | |
| But they're drawn on the back of your door. | |
| Surrounded by, numbers that, | |
| Remind me of the ones before. | |
| All my hopes, | |
| And all of my dreams. | |
| Everything falling inbetween. | |
| Seems to me that the memories | |
| (They) Mean more to you then they do to me. | |
| Through the sky and into your eyes. | |
| And I see everything falling in between. | |
| Sew the lips right into your smile. | |
| I'm ok with faking this. | |
| I'll fake everything just to | |
| Slip your kiss. | |
| The words I write, are cheap and trite, | |
| But they're drawn on the back of your door, | |
| Surrounded by, numbers that, | |
| Remind me of the ones before. | |
| My lips are cold. | |
| The truth is told. |
| zuo qu : Gross, Mark, Perri | |
| All my hopes | |
| And all of my dreams | |
| Everything falling in between | |
| Seems to me that memories | |
| They Mean more to you then they do to me. | |
| Through the sky | |
| And into your eyes. | |
| And I see everything | |
| Falling in between. | |
| Sew the lips right into your smile. | |
| I' m okay with faking this. | |
| I' ll fake everything just to slip your kiss. | |
| If I' m a writer, and I' m a poet, | |
| I might love you, But never show it. | |
| You should forget me, this is a long tour, | |
| And I' ll be back, but not in time for... | |
| If all we speak is rational thought | |
| Everyday I pray for the sadness. | |
| My Eyes are black, my throat is full of sickness. | |
| Then I' ll be listening but not for long | |
| Everyday I pray for the sadness. | |
| My Eyes are black, my throat is full of sickness. | |
| The words I write are cheap and trite, | |
| But they' re drawn on the back of your door. | |
| Surrounded by, numbers that, | |
| Remind me of the ones before. | |
| All my hopes, | |
| And all of my dreams. | |
| Everything falling inbetween. | |
| Seems to me that the memories | |
| They Mean more to you then they do to me. | |
| Through the sky and into your eyes. | |
| And I see everything falling in between. | |
| Sew the lips right into your smile. | |
| I' m ok with faking this. | |
| I' ll fake everything just to | |
| Slip your kiss. | |
| The words I write, are cheap and trite, | |
| But they' re drawn on the back of your door, | |
| Surrounded by, numbers that, | |
| Remind me of the ones before. | |
| My lips are cold. | |
| The truth is told. |
| zuò qǔ : Gross, Mark, Perri | |
| All my hopes | |
| And all of my dreams | |
| Everything falling in between | |
| Seems to me that memories | |
| They Mean more to you then they do to me. | |
| Through the sky | |
| And into your eyes. | |
| And I see everything | |
| Falling in between. | |
| Sew the lips right into your smile. | |
| I' m okay with faking this. | |
| I' ll fake everything just to slip your kiss. | |
| If I' m a writer, and I' m a poet, | |
| I might love you, But never show it. | |
| You should forget me, this is a long tour, | |
| And I' ll be back, but not in time for... | |
| If all we speak is rational thought | |
| Everyday I pray for the sadness. | |
| My Eyes are black, my throat is full of sickness. | |
| Then I' ll be listening but not for long | |
| Everyday I pray for the sadness. | |
| My Eyes are black, my throat is full of sickness. | |
| The words I write are cheap and trite, | |
| But they' re drawn on the back of your door. | |
| Surrounded by, numbers that, | |
| Remind me of the ones before. | |
| All my hopes, | |
| And all of my dreams. | |
| Everything falling inbetween. | |
| Seems to me that the memories | |
| They Mean more to you then they do to me. | |
| Through the sky and into your eyes. | |
| And I see everything falling in between. | |
| Sew the lips right into your smile. | |
| I' m ok with faking this. | |
| I' ll fake everything just to | |
| Slip your kiss. | |
| The words I write, are cheap and trite, | |
| But they' re drawn on the back of your door, | |
| Surrounded by, numbers that, | |
| Remind me of the ones before. | |
| My lips are cold. | |
| The truth is told. |
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