Song | Public Embarrassment Blues |
Artist | Angels of Light |
Album | How I Loved You |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gira, Young | |
Bring your silver arrows, | |
bring your tender and scented white breast. | |
Bring the coldest blue eyes in this world, | |
bring the taste of liquor and cigarettes. | |
Bring your voice that cracks and glitters, | |
bring the love I'm pathetic to crave. | |
Bring me one more night long and bitter, | |
bring me the face of the woman I hate, | |
then put on your clothes and go home... | |
Just leave me alone.... | |
This bed was warmed by your shadow, | |
and my fingers still trace the lines where we layed. | |
Now my thinking's distorted and is shallow, | |
twisting the knife in the idiot face of my rage. | |
Bring your torn and scattered pictures, | |
bring the sweat and the stink of your love. | |
Bring the whispering words I thought that I heard, | |
bring me the wound with no healing or cause... | |
Bring me the tongue that you put in my mouth, | |
and bring the pain and the junk in my lungs. | |
Tell me you love me but not very much... | |
Don't bother with reasons, just go... | |
Just leave me alone.... |
zuo qu : Gira, Young | |
Bring your silver arrows, | |
bring your tender and scented white breast. | |
Bring the coldest blue eyes in this world, | |
bring the taste of liquor and cigarettes. | |
Bring your voice that cracks and glitters, | |
bring the love I' m pathetic to crave. | |
Bring me one more night long and bitter, | |
bring me the face of the woman I hate, | |
then put on your clothes and go home... | |
Just leave me alone.... | |
This bed was warmed by your shadow, | |
and my fingers still trace the lines where we layed. | |
Now my thinking' s distorted and is shallow, | |
twisting the knife in the idiot face of my rage. | |
Bring your torn and scattered pictures, | |
bring the sweat and the stink of your love. | |
Bring the whispering words I thought that I heard, | |
bring me the wound with no healing or cause... | |
Bring me the tongue that you put in my mouth, | |
and bring the pain and the junk in my lungs. | |
Tell me you love me but not very much... | |
Don' t bother with reasons, just go... | |
Just leave me alone.... |
zuò qǔ : Gira, Young | |
Bring your silver arrows, | |
bring your tender and scented white breast. | |
Bring the coldest blue eyes in this world, | |
bring the taste of liquor and cigarettes. | |
Bring your voice that cracks and glitters, | |
bring the love I' m pathetic to crave. | |
Bring me one more night long and bitter, | |
bring me the face of the woman I hate, | |
then put on your clothes and go home... | |
Just leave me alone.... | |
This bed was warmed by your shadow, | |
and my fingers still trace the lines where we layed. | |
Now my thinking' s distorted and is shallow, | |
twisting the knife in the idiot face of my rage. | |
Bring your torn and scattered pictures, | |
bring the sweat and the stink of your love. | |
Bring the whispering words I thought that I heard, | |
bring me the wound with no healing or cause... | |
Bring me the tongue that you put in my mouth, | |
and bring the pain and the junk in my lungs. | |
Tell me you love me but not very much... | |
Don' t bother with reasons, just go... | |
Just leave me alone.... |