Song | All That Numbs You |
Artist | Anywhen |
Album | The Opiates |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Feiner, Young | |
Such a wonderful life | |
When it's weighing you down | |
Are you in control? | |
The suburban reign always stays the same | |
Like the hollow smile cracking up your face | |
Take your battered soul, wear it as a crown | |
All that numbs you | |
Run a thousand miles, till you hit the ground | |
All that numbs you now | |
And the days roll into one and the same on you | |
The world revolving around your spinning head | |
Make the fences high | |
Make the blinds go down on the world outside | |
Maybe the day will come when you wake up not feeling anything | |
No more tears and no more pain | |
Take your bleeding heart, wear it on your sleeve | |
All that numbs you | |
Stare into the sun, the blind relief | |
All that numbs you | |
As the years roll into one, only numbers change | |
The world revolving around your spinning head | |
Take your battered soul, wear it as a crown | |
All that numbs you | |
Stare into the sun, the blind relief | |
All that numbs you | |
As the years roll into one, only numbers change | |
The world revolving around your spinning head |
zuo qu : Feiner, Young | |
Such a wonderful life | |
When it' s weighing you down | |
Are you in control? | |
The suburban reign always stays the same | |
Like the hollow smile cracking up your face | |
Take your battered soul, wear it as a crown | |
All that numbs you | |
Run a thousand miles, till you hit the ground | |
All that numbs you now | |
And the days roll into one and the same on you | |
The world revolving around your spinning head | |
Make the fences high | |
Make the blinds go down on the world outside | |
Maybe the day will come when you wake up not feeling anything | |
No more tears and no more pain | |
Take your bleeding heart, wear it on your sleeve | |
All that numbs you | |
Stare into the sun, the blind relief | |
All that numbs you | |
As the years roll into one, only numbers change | |
The world revolving around your spinning head | |
Take your battered soul, wear it as a crown | |
All that numbs you | |
Stare into the sun, the blind relief | |
All that numbs you | |
As the years roll into one, only numbers change | |
The world revolving around your spinning head |
zuò qǔ : Feiner, Young | |
Such a wonderful life | |
When it' s weighing you down | |
Are you in control? | |
The suburban reign always stays the same | |
Like the hollow smile cracking up your face | |
Take your battered soul, wear it as a crown | |
All that numbs you | |
Run a thousand miles, till you hit the ground | |
All that numbs you now | |
And the days roll into one and the same on you | |
The world revolving around your spinning head | |
Make the fences high | |
Make the blinds go down on the world outside | |
Maybe the day will come when you wake up not feeling anything | |
No more tears and no more pain | |
Take your bleeding heart, wear it on your sleeve | |
All that numbs you | |
Stare into the sun, the blind relief | |
All that numbs you | |
As the years roll into one, only numbers change | |
The world revolving around your spinning head | |
Take your battered soul, wear it as a crown | |
All that numbs you | |
Stare into the sun, the blind relief | |
All that numbs you | |
As the years roll into one, only numbers change | |
The world revolving around your spinning head |