Song | The Unwritten Pages |
Artist | Pretty Maids |
Album | Carpe Diem |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Atkins, Hammer | |
Everyday routine | |
Just the same old scene | |
There's no love between us | |
It's dying | |
If I will you wont | |
If you do | |
I don't Love is skin and bone | |
Accusation's flying | |
Now there's nothing that could solve our differencies | |
And change our acts of no address | |
We're only suffering from our reality | |
It's just a game of hit and miss | |
All the bridges left behind | |
The bliss we couldn't find | |
All the unwritten pages | |
We don't know what is to come | |
We can not see beyond | |
The unwritten pages | |
No more bitter pills | |
Mental overkill | |
We just fool ourselves | |
All this fuzz and fighting | |
No more vicious words | |
All they do is hurt | |
No more throwing dirt | |
Girl we're sliding | |
There ain't no cure for all this heartbreak overload | |
Our lives are left in disarray | |
We're holding on to something we lost so long ago | |
We should have gone our separate ways [Chorus] | |
Now love is colder | |
Like the river turning ice | |
There ain't no feelings to restore | |
They're gone forevermore | |
Nothing to work out | |
Nothing to retain | |
You see there ain't no common ground | |
No passion to be found | |
We ought to know |
zuo qu : Atkins, Hammer | |
Everyday routine | |
Just the same old scene | |
There' s no love between us | |
It' s dying | |
If I will you wont | |
If you do | |
I don' t Love is skin and bone | |
Accusation' s flying | |
Now there' s nothing that could solve our differencies | |
And change our acts of no address | |
We' re only suffering from our reality | |
It' s just a game of hit and miss | |
All the bridges left behind | |
The bliss we couldn' t find | |
All the unwritten pages | |
We don' t know what is to come | |
We can not see beyond | |
The unwritten pages | |
No more bitter pills | |
Mental overkill | |
We just fool ourselves | |
All this fuzz and fighting | |
No more vicious words | |
All they do is hurt | |
No more throwing dirt | |
Girl we' re sliding | |
There ain' t no cure for all this heartbreak overload | |
Our lives are left in disarray | |
We' re holding on to something we lost so long ago | |
We should have gone our separate ways Chorus | |
Now love is colder | |
Like the river turning ice | |
There ain' t no feelings to restore | |
They' re gone forevermore | |
Nothing to work out | |
Nothing to retain | |
You see there ain' t no common ground | |
No passion to be found | |
We ought to know |
zuò qǔ : Atkins, Hammer | |
Everyday routine | |
Just the same old scene | |
There' s no love between us | |
It' s dying | |
If I will you wont | |
If you do | |
I don' t Love is skin and bone | |
Accusation' s flying | |
Now there' s nothing that could solve our differencies | |
And change our acts of no address | |
We' re only suffering from our reality | |
It' s just a game of hit and miss | |
All the bridges left behind | |
The bliss we couldn' t find | |
All the unwritten pages | |
We don' t know what is to come | |
We can not see beyond | |
The unwritten pages | |
No more bitter pills | |
Mental overkill | |
We just fool ourselves | |
All this fuzz and fighting | |
No more vicious words | |
All they do is hurt | |
No more throwing dirt | |
Girl we' re sliding | |
There ain' t no cure for all this heartbreak overload | |
Our lives are left in disarray | |
We' re holding on to something we lost so long ago | |
We should have gone our separate ways Chorus | |
Now love is colder | |
Like the river turning ice | |
There ain' t no feelings to restore | |
They' re gone forevermore | |
Nothing to work out | |
Nothing to retain | |
You see there ain' t no common ground | |
No passion to be found | |
We ought to know |