| Song | In a Hola Again |
| Artist | Tesla |
| Album | Forever More |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Tesla, Thomas | |
| Don't want anyone to know | |
| Who I really am so they'll never see | |
| All the things | |
| I hide behind these precious walls | |
| I built just for me | |
| So if they look into the windows of my soul | |
| All they're gonna see | |
| Are my eyes starin' back | |
| And not shattered glass or the broken side of me' | |
| Cause I'm so afraid to show my darkest secrets | |
| I keep them wrapped in chains | |
| And locked up in a place where no one goes | |
| But I'm sure my insecurities will give it all away | |
| I'm heading fast straight for a crash and burn | |
| For me there is no shame(I'm going down) | |
| Back in a hole again(Deep under ground) | |
| Back in a hole again(Where no one's around) | |
| And I don't need a friend(So safe and sound) | |
| Back in a hole again | |
| I'm finally back of course behind the mask | |
| I've always worn for you | |
| To distract you, since | |
| I couldn't face the fact | |
| That someone ever knew | |
| That all I am is just some smoke and mirrors | |
| And a gun pointin' back at you | |
| And you to catch me in the act of this | |
| I know it would be through | |
| All these years | |
| I've lived in fear, that you would find out | |
| Just exactly what | |
| I'm made of | |
| Or what I'm really all about | |
| And it would kill me just to see you | |
| Point your finger and hear you say"You're one of them" and this | |
| I could not stand | |
| So I'll be on my way(I'm going down) | |
| Back in a hole again(Deep under ground) | |
| Back in a hole again(Where no one's around) | |
| And I don't need a friend(So safe and sound) | |
| Back in a hole again(I'm going down) | |
| Back in the hole again(Deep under ground) | |
| I'm in the hole again(Where no one's around) | |
| And I don't need a friend(So safe and sound) | |
| Back in the hole again | |
| Back in the hole again |
| zuo qu : Tesla, Thomas | |
| Don' t want anyone to know | |
| Who I really am so they' ll never see | |
| All the things | |
| I hide behind these precious walls | |
| I built just for me | |
| So if they look into the windows of my soul | |
| All they' re gonna see | |
| Are my eyes starin' back | |
| And not shattered glass or the broken side of me' | |
| Cause I' m so afraid to show my darkest secrets | |
| I keep them wrapped in chains | |
| And locked up in a place where no one goes | |
| But I' m sure my insecurities will give it all away | |
| I' m heading fast straight for a crash and burn | |
| For me there is no shame I' m going down | |
| Back in a hole again Deep under ground | |
| Back in a hole again Where no one' s around | |
| And I don' t need a friend So safe and sound | |
| Back in a hole again | |
| I' m finally back of course behind the mask | |
| I' ve always worn for you | |
| To distract you, since | |
| I couldn' t face the fact | |
| That someone ever knew | |
| That all I am is just some smoke and mirrors | |
| And a gun pointin' back at you | |
| And you to catch me in the act of this | |
| I know it would be through | |
| All these years | |
| I' ve lived in fear, that you would find out | |
| Just exactly what | |
| I' m made of | |
| Or what I' m really all about | |
| And it would kill me just to see you | |
| Point your finger and hear you say" You' re one of them" and this | |
| I could not stand | |
| So I' ll be on my way I' m going down | |
| Back in a hole again Deep under ground | |
| Back in a hole again Where no one' s around | |
| And I don' t need a friend So safe and sound | |
| Back in a hole again I' m going down | |
| Back in the hole again Deep under ground | |
| I' m in the hole again Where no one' s around | |
| And I don' t need a friend So safe and sound | |
| Back in the hole again | |
| Back in the hole again |
| zuò qǔ : Tesla, Thomas | |
| Don' t want anyone to know | |
| Who I really am so they' ll never see | |
| All the things | |
| I hide behind these precious walls | |
| I built just for me | |
| So if they look into the windows of my soul | |
| All they' re gonna see | |
| Are my eyes starin' back | |
| And not shattered glass or the broken side of me' | |
| Cause I' m so afraid to show my darkest secrets | |
| I keep them wrapped in chains | |
| And locked up in a place where no one goes | |
| But I' m sure my insecurities will give it all away | |
| I' m heading fast straight for a crash and burn | |
| For me there is no shame I' m going down | |
| Back in a hole again Deep under ground | |
| Back in a hole again Where no one' s around | |
| And I don' t need a friend So safe and sound | |
| Back in a hole again | |
| I' m finally back of course behind the mask | |
| I' ve always worn for you | |
| To distract you, since | |
| I couldn' t face the fact | |
| That someone ever knew | |
| That all I am is just some smoke and mirrors | |
| And a gun pointin' back at you | |
| And you to catch me in the act of this | |
| I know it would be through | |
| All these years | |
| I' ve lived in fear, that you would find out | |
| Just exactly what | |
| I' m made of | |
| Or what I' m really all about | |
| And it would kill me just to see you | |
| Point your finger and hear you say" You' re one of them" and this | |
| I could not stand | |
| So I' ll be on my way I' m going down | |
| Back in a hole again Deep under ground | |
| Back in a hole again Where no one' s around | |
| And I don' t need a friend So safe and sound | |
| Back in a hole again I' m going down | |
| Back in the hole again Deep under ground | |
| I' m in the hole again Where no one' s around | |
| And I don' t need a friend So safe and sound | |
| Back in the hole again | |
| Back in the hole again |