Milligram Smile

	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.

	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.