Song | Splintered Hands |
Artist | Softies |
Album | Winter Pageant |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Softies | |
Maybe you tried but I know better | |
Than to hear your side | |
I'd feel better maybe if you cried too | |
Eyes teary and sore | |
I'm ringing the bell and I know you hear it | |
But I can't tell if you're laughing or crying | |
You hide it so well | |
You've done this before | |
With splintered hands | |
I keep knocking on your door | |
With splintered hands | |
I keep knocking on your door | |
You offer your help but I don't want it | |
Keep it to yourself | |
I'd rather die than do that again | |
I've made that mistake before | |
You just stand there | |
You see I'm bleeding all over | |
But I don't care I'm used to this | |
There's broken glass everywhere | |
I'm cold and sore | |
With splintered hands | |
I keep knocking on your door | |
With splintered hands | |
I keep knocking on your door | |
With splintered hands | |
I keep knocking on your door | |
With splintered hands | |
I keep knocking on your door |
zuo ci : Softies | |
Maybe you tried but I know better | |
Than to hear your side | |
I' d feel better maybe if you cried too | |
Eyes teary and sore | |
I' m ringing the bell and I know you hear it | |
But I can' t tell if you' re laughing or crying | |
You hide it so well | |
You' ve done this before | |
With splintered hands | |
I keep knocking on your door | |
With splintered hands | |
I keep knocking on your door | |
You offer your help but I don' t want it | |
Keep it to yourself | |
I' d rather die than do that again | |
I' ve made that mistake before | |
You just stand there | |
You see I' m bleeding all over | |
But I don' t care I' m used to this | |
There' s broken glass everywhere | |
I' m cold and sore | |
With splintered hands | |
I keep knocking on your door | |
With splintered hands | |
I keep knocking on your door | |
With splintered hands | |
I keep knocking on your door | |
With splintered hands | |
I keep knocking on your door |
zuò cí : Softies | |
Maybe you tried but I know better | |
Than to hear your side | |
I' d feel better maybe if you cried too | |
Eyes teary and sore | |
I' m ringing the bell and I know you hear it | |
But I can' t tell if you' re laughing or crying | |
You hide it so well | |
You' ve done this before | |
With splintered hands | |
I keep knocking on your door | |
With splintered hands | |
I keep knocking on your door | |
You offer your help but I don' t want it | |
Keep it to yourself | |
I' d rather die than do that again | |
I' ve made that mistake before | |
You just stand there | |
You see I' m bleeding all over | |
But I don' t care I' m used to this | |
There' s broken glass everywhere | |
I' m cold and sore | |
With splintered hands | |
I keep knocking on your door | |
With splintered hands | |
I keep knocking on your door | |
With splintered hands | |
I keep knocking on your door | |
With splintered hands | |
I keep knocking on your door |