Song | The Fist of Regret |
Artist | G.B.H. |
Album | A Fridge Too Far |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Abrahall, Blyth, Reder, Ross | |
There's a time, there's a place, | |
it seems familiar now, but not the face. | |
The eyes are mean, without a soul, | |
I find myself looking up from a down a hole. | |
Reason skips me, see through eyes of red, | |
pumpin' my heart, pounding my head. | |
My senses are shell-shocked, hanging in a net, | |
I guess I walked straight into a fist of regret, | |
.. regret, regret .. | |
.. I walked into a fist of regret. | |
The agony, the esctasy, | |
I feel I've had it all. | |
But now I'm standing tall, | |
gotta' keep on goin'. | |
Else I won't see tomorrow. | |
I guess I'll have to keep my bruises, | |
and be known as the one who loses. | |
Stopped in my tracks, the anchors on, | |
all my motivation gone. | |
Pick it up, lay it down, | |
an' promise that I'll be a 'good' hound. | |
We gotta' keep on goin', | |
else we won't see no tomorrow. | |
My memory's still intact, | |
just my sould that's been ransacked. |
zuo ci : Abrahall, Blyth, Reder, Ross | |
There' s a time, there' s a place, | |
it seems familiar now, but not the face. | |
The eyes are mean, without a soul, | |
I find myself looking up from a down a hole. | |
Reason skips me, see through eyes of red, | |
pumpin' my heart, pounding my head. | |
My senses are shellshocked, hanging in a net, | |
I guess I walked straight into a fist of regret, | |
.. regret, regret .. | |
.. I walked into a fist of regret. | |
The agony, the esctasy, | |
I feel I' ve had it all. | |
But now I' m standing tall, | |
gotta' keep on goin'. | |
Else I won' t see tomorrow. | |
I guess I' ll have to keep my bruises, | |
and be known as the one who loses. | |
Stopped in my tracks, the anchors on, | |
all my motivation gone. | |
Pick it up, lay it down, | |
an' promise that I' ll be a ' good' hound. | |
We gotta' keep on goin', | |
else we won' t see no tomorrow. | |
My memory' s still intact, | |
just my sould that' s been ransacked. |
zuò cí : Abrahall, Blyth, Reder, Ross | |
There' s a time, there' s a place, | |
it seems familiar now, but not the face. | |
The eyes are mean, without a soul, | |
I find myself looking up from a down a hole. | |
Reason skips me, see through eyes of red, | |
pumpin' my heart, pounding my head. | |
My senses are shellshocked, hanging in a net, | |
I guess I walked straight into a fist of regret, | |
.. regret, regret .. | |
.. I walked into a fist of regret. | |
The agony, the esctasy, | |
I feel I' ve had it all. | |
But now I' m standing tall, | |
gotta' keep on goin'. | |
Else I won' t see tomorrow. | |
I guess I' ll have to keep my bruises, | |
and be known as the one who loses. | |
Stopped in my tracks, the anchors on, | |
all my motivation gone. | |
Pick it up, lay it down, | |
an' promise that I' ll be a ' good' hound. | |
We gotta' keep on goin', | |
else we won' t see no tomorrow. | |
My memory' s still intact, | |
just my sould that' s been ransacked. |