Song | Pens And Needles |
Artist | Hawthorne Heights |
Album | Midwesterners: The Hits |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hawthorne Heights | |
I miss you most on winter mornings | |
As we drift we slip through evenings, whoa-oh | |
We drive into the cold and dark with fingers crossed | |
I follow your lies to avoid from getting lost | |
And all I had was the memory of what was | |
So let's pretend it never mattered to us | |
I hope this message finds you well | |
I never thought I'd live to tell | |
Just to survive we do what we can | |
We read the maps and signs, and we make the plans | |
By our design I write it down to get me by | |
The worst time in my life | |
And all I had was the memory of what was | |
So lets pretend it never mattered to us | |
I hope this message finds you well | |
I never thought I'd live to tell | |
What's a dream and what is real, the way I really feel | |
I HOPE THIS MESSAGE FINDS YOU WELL | |
I NEVER THOUGHT I'D LIVE TO TELL | |
WHAT'S A DREAM AND WHAT IS REAL! | |
(So let's pretend this is the ending | |
To the message I've been sending sadly...) | |
And all I had was the memory of what was | |
So lets pretend it never mattered to us | |
I hope this message finds you well | |
I never thought I'd live to tell | |
What's a dream and what is real, the way I really feel | |
I hope this message finds you well | |
I never thought I'd live to tell | |
What's a dream and what is real, the way I really feel |
zuo ci : Hawthorne Heights | |
I miss you most on winter mornings | |
As we drift we slip through evenings, whoaoh | |
We drive into the cold and dark with fingers crossed | |
I follow your lies to avoid from getting lost | |
And all I had was the memory of what was | |
So let' s pretend it never mattered to us | |
I hope this message finds you well | |
I never thought I' d live to tell | |
Just to survive we do what we can | |
We read the maps and signs, and we make the plans | |
By our design I write it down to get me by | |
The worst time in my life | |
And all I had was the memory of what was | |
So lets pretend it never mattered to us | |
I hope this message finds you well | |
I never thought I' d live to tell | |
What' s a dream and what is real, the way I really feel | |
I HOPE THIS MESSAGE FINDS YOU WELL | |
I NEVER THOUGHT I' D LIVE TO TELL | |
WHAT' S A DREAM AND WHAT IS REAL! | |
So let' s pretend this is the ending | |
To the message I' ve been sending sadly... | |
And all I had was the memory of what was | |
So lets pretend it never mattered to us | |
I hope this message finds you well | |
I never thought I' d live to tell | |
What' s a dream and what is real, the way I really feel | |
I hope this message finds you well | |
I never thought I' d live to tell | |
What' s a dream and what is real, the way I really feel |
zuò cí : Hawthorne Heights | |
I miss you most on winter mornings | |
As we drift we slip through evenings, whoaoh | |
We drive into the cold and dark with fingers crossed | |
I follow your lies to avoid from getting lost | |
And all I had was the memory of what was | |
So let' s pretend it never mattered to us | |
I hope this message finds you well | |
I never thought I' d live to tell | |
Just to survive we do what we can | |
We read the maps and signs, and we make the plans | |
By our design I write it down to get me by | |
The worst time in my life | |
And all I had was the memory of what was | |
So lets pretend it never mattered to us | |
I hope this message finds you well | |
I never thought I' d live to tell | |
What' s a dream and what is real, the way I really feel | |
I HOPE THIS MESSAGE FINDS YOU WELL | |
I NEVER THOUGHT I' D LIVE TO TELL | |
WHAT' S A DREAM AND WHAT IS REAL! | |
So let' s pretend this is the ending | |
To the message I' ve been sending sadly... | |
And all I had was the memory of what was | |
So lets pretend it never mattered to us | |
I hope this message finds you well | |
I never thought I' d live to tell | |
What' s a dream and what is real, the way I really feel | |
I hope this message finds you well | |
I never thought I' d live to tell | |
What' s a dream and what is real, the way I really feel |