Song | Elevator Is Temporary |
Artist | Lilys |
Album | Better Can't Make Your Life Better |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lilys | |
Scars that stretch past elbows | |
Too opaque to be called paint | |
They now are little jots | |
And memoirs | |
Rings in the limb that relive days spent | |
High enough to be relaxed as | |
Corruption wrecks my life | |
And now you be my ride | |
Through lips of liberty | |
The youth shall tale the deeds of suicide | |
Build an elevator through the sky | |
The name is suicide | |
And the elevator was the plan | |
Didn't know for real where it would go | |
Got on, pushed the button in | |
And said home | |
I'm your creator elevator | |
And you owe me big for this | |
I'm the one, lift me out of here | |
To some place with a difference | |
Corruption wrecks my life | |
And now you be my ride | |
Through lips of liberty | |
Tomorrow shall tale the deeds of suicide | |
Build an elevator through the sky | |
The name is suicide | |
And the elevator was the plan | |
And If your bags look | |
The same as they did before | |
Oh well, is it any wonder |
zuo ci : Lilys | |
Scars that stretch past elbows | |
Too opaque to be called paint | |
They now are little jots | |
And memoirs | |
Rings in the limb that relive days spent | |
High enough to be relaxed as | |
Corruption wrecks my life | |
And now you be my ride | |
Through lips of liberty | |
The youth shall tale the deeds of suicide | |
Build an elevator through the sky | |
The name is suicide | |
And the elevator was the plan | |
Didn' t know for real where it would go | |
Got on, pushed the button in | |
And said home | |
I' m your creator elevator | |
And you owe me big for this | |
I' m the one, lift me out of here | |
To some place with a difference | |
Corruption wrecks my life | |
And now you be my ride | |
Through lips of liberty | |
Tomorrow shall tale the deeds of suicide | |
Build an elevator through the sky | |
The name is suicide | |
And the elevator was the plan | |
And If your bags look | |
The same as they did before | |
Oh well, is it any wonder |
zuò cí : Lilys | |
Scars that stretch past elbows | |
Too opaque to be called paint | |
They now are little jots | |
And memoirs | |
Rings in the limb that relive days spent | |
High enough to be relaxed as | |
Corruption wrecks my life | |
And now you be my ride | |
Through lips of liberty | |
The youth shall tale the deeds of suicide | |
Build an elevator through the sky | |
The name is suicide | |
And the elevator was the plan | |
Didn' t know for real where it would go | |
Got on, pushed the button in | |
And said home | |
I' m your creator elevator | |
And you owe me big for this | |
I' m the one, lift me out of here | |
To some place with a difference | |
Corruption wrecks my life | |
And now you be my ride | |
Through lips of liberty | |
Tomorrow shall tale the deeds of suicide | |
Build an elevator through the sky | |
The name is suicide | |
And the elevator was the plan | |
And If your bags look | |
The same as they did before | |
Oh well, is it any wonder |