Song | And They Call This Tragedy |
Artist | Alesana |
Album | Try This With Your Eyes Closed |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lee, Milke, Thompson | |
You make me sick | |
I'll tear out those diamond eyes | |
I can't bear to see | |
Crimson spills on paper skin | |
They call this tragedy | |
Remembering the nights | |
When you'd whisper to me soft | |
Forever more my heart is yours | |
Realize those words have died | |
As the life fades from your eyes | |
All that I can say is | |
It may not be too late | |
Try again, make it perfect | |
Make me worth it | |
Or else die for all | |
I careIf I can not be loved then none shall be | |
Think of this as | |
I softly kiss | |
Your blood glazed lips once more | |
On this night this thing you call love dies | |
Your face disgusts me, smile and bear your lies | |
This broken trust will become your demise | |
As the life fades from your eyes | |
All that I can say is it may not be too late | |
Try again, make it perfect, make me worth it | |
Or else die for all | |
I careAfter today silence will haunt you | |
Expect no forgiveness | |
For your life will end tonight | |
Now I grit my teeth | |
And finish what | |
I know must be done | |
To kill the memory of you | |
And you said this would be forever | |
As the life fades from your eyes | |
All that I can say is it may not be too late | |
Try again, make it perfect, make me worth it | |
Or else die for all | |
I care |
zuo qu : Lee, Milke, Thompson | |
You make me sick | |
I' ll tear out those diamond eyes | |
I can' t bear to see | |
Crimson spills on paper skin | |
They call this tragedy | |
Remembering the nights | |
When you' d whisper to me soft | |
Forever more my heart is yours | |
Realize those words have died | |
As the life fades from your eyes | |
All that I can say is | |
It may not be too late | |
Try again, make it perfect | |
Make me worth it | |
Or else die for all | |
I careIf I can not be loved then none shall be | |
Think of this as | |
I softly kiss | |
Your blood glazed lips once more | |
On this night this thing you call love dies | |
Your face disgusts me, smile and bear your lies | |
This broken trust will become your demise | |
As the life fades from your eyes | |
All that I can say is it may not be too late | |
Try again, make it perfect, make me worth it | |
Or else die for all | |
I careAfter today silence will haunt you | |
Expect no forgiveness | |
For your life will end tonight | |
Now I grit my teeth | |
And finish what | |
I know must be done | |
To kill the memory of you | |
And you said this would be forever | |
As the life fades from your eyes | |
All that I can say is it may not be too late | |
Try again, make it perfect, make me worth it | |
Or else die for all | |
I care |
zuò qǔ : Lee, Milke, Thompson | |
You make me sick | |
I' ll tear out those diamond eyes | |
I can' t bear to see | |
Crimson spills on paper skin | |
They call this tragedy | |
Remembering the nights | |
When you' d whisper to me soft | |
Forever more my heart is yours | |
Realize those words have died | |
As the life fades from your eyes | |
All that I can say is | |
It may not be too late | |
Try again, make it perfect | |
Make me worth it | |
Or else die for all | |
I careIf I can not be loved then none shall be | |
Think of this as | |
I softly kiss | |
Your blood glazed lips once more | |
On this night this thing you call love dies | |
Your face disgusts me, smile and bear your lies | |
This broken trust will become your demise | |
As the life fades from your eyes | |
All that I can say is it may not be too late | |
Try again, make it perfect, make me worth it | |
Or else die for all | |
I careAfter today silence will haunt you | |
Expect no forgiveness | |
For your life will end tonight | |
Now I grit my teeth | |
And finish what | |
I know must be done | |
To kill the memory of you | |
And you said this would be forever | |
As the life fades from your eyes | |
All that I can say is it may not be too late | |
Try again, make it perfect, make me worth it | |
Or else die for all | |
I care |