Song | Bring On the Ending |
Artist | matt pond PA |
Album | Emblems |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Pond, Smith | |
Half of all our lives are spent | |
Encouraged by embarrassment | |
We hold our heads | |
And stay asleep and cannot hear | |
In case nobody called | |
We'll follow the prim ones | |
And sit on your hands | |
Watch your step, don't hardly move | |
Speak in hushed tones | |
Till they bring on the ending | |
They bring on the ending | |
As we file to get outside | |
With all the same coats on | |
Here it is, December's end | |
And our evaluations are in | |
The lowland's goal is less than low | |
It's good, good | |
Easy to have met them | |
August light, the weightless fall | |
The hold of trucks could carry us all | |
The hot exhaust, the thoughtless sleep | |
We'd run, run | |
And fall into the river | |
We'd meet up at night | |
Pretty late by the falls | |
Talk too fast without regret | |
With headlights and stars | |
It was brighter than the daylight | |
Bodies all backlit | |
Unconscious though we're moving | |
Stereo is screaming | |
We'll settle for stares | |
Now un-glide with our hands | |
The basement is where we will live | |
And stick to the crowds without ever speaking | |
We want it that easy | |
And don't get caught dancing | |
Even if you're drinking | |
Don't get caught dancing |
zuo qu : Pond, Smith | |
Half of all our lives are spent | |
Encouraged by embarrassment | |
We hold our heads | |
And stay asleep and cannot hear | |
In case nobody called | |
We' ll follow the prim ones | |
And sit on your hands | |
Watch your step, don' t hardly move | |
Speak in hushed tones | |
Till they bring on the ending | |
They bring on the ending | |
As we file to get outside | |
With all the same coats on | |
Here it is, December' s end | |
And our evaluations are in | |
The lowland' s goal is less than low | |
It' s good, good | |
Easy to have met them | |
August light, the weightless fall | |
The hold of trucks could carry us all | |
The hot exhaust, the thoughtless sleep | |
We' d run, run | |
And fall into the river | |
We' d meet up at night | |
Pretty late by the falls | |
Talk too fast without regret | |
With headlights and stars | |
It was brighter than the daylight | |
Bodies all backlit | |
Unconscious though we' re moving | |
Stereo is screaming | |
We' ll settle for stares | |
Now unglide with our hands | |
The basement is where we will live | |
And stick to the crowds without ever speaking | |
We want it that easy | |
And don' t get caught dancing | |
Even if you' re drinking | |
Don' t get caught dancing |
zuò qǔ : Pond, Smith | |
Half of all our lives are spent | |
Encouraged by embarrassment | |
We hold our heads | |
And stay asleep and cannot hear | |
In case nobody called | |
We' ll follow the prim ones | |
And sit on your hands | |
Watch your step, don' t hardly move | |
Speak in hushed tones | |
Till they bring on the ending | |
They bring on the ending | |
As we file to get outside | |
With all the same coats on | |
Here it is, December' s end | |
And our evaluations are in | |
The lowland' s goal is less than low | |
It' s good, good | |
Easy to have met them | |
August light, the weightless fall | |
The hold of trucks could carry us all | |
The hot exhaust, the thoughtless sleep | |
We' d run, run | |
And fall into the river | |
We' d meet up at night | |
Pretty late by the falls | |
Talk too fast without regret | |
With headlights and stars | |
It was brighter than the daylight | |
Bodies all backlit | |
Unconscious though we' re moving | |
Stereo is screaming | |
We' ll settle for stares | |
Now unglide with our hands | |
The basement is where we will live | |
And stick to the crowds without ever speaking | |
We want it that easy | |
And don' t get caught dancing | |
Even if you' re drinking | |
Don' t get caught dancing |