Song | You Must Be Bleeding Under Your Eyelids |
Artist | Blindside |
Album | The Great Depression |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Blindside | |
Her pain is the fog he inhale | |
Puts down the phone, neck suddenly stale | |
Just another night with a sad different song | |
Heard from somewhere now she sings along | |
Turn the car-key, back out through the driveway | |
He sees her face when he closes his eyes | |
She still believe the lies | |
Pretty pretty eyes with a darker tone | |
Another hour in front of the mirror now all the scars are shown | |
And they say lets have another toast lets sing another song | |
She tries but the wine is bitter and the words wrong | |
She still believes the lies | |
When you see yourself you're seeing red | |
And it makes you blind | |
You must be bleeding under your eyelids tonight | |
You wait for something to break the mold | |
And all I can do is wipe the blood from your eyes | |
You must be bleeding under your eyelids | |
One tear in the sink, swallow the next one | |
Now out of sight but not really gone | |
I put the key in the door don't want to walk through | |
Hang the handle for a second or two | |
And as the door opens | |
I can feel your sadness from across the room | |
And now for your beauty | |
I'm lost for words | |
When you see yourself you're seeing red | |
And it makes you blind | |
You must be bleedin under your eyelids tonight | |
You wait for something to break the mold | |
And all I can do is wipe the blood from your eyes | |
You must be bleedin under your eyelids | |
Wait for something to break the mold | |
Before your eyes grows old and cold | |
Keep your ears close to the ground | |
Don't move until you hear a sound |
zuo qu : Blindside | |
Her pain is the fog he inhale | |
Puts down the phone, neck suddenly stale | |
Just another night with a sad different song | |
Heard from somewhere now she sings along | |
Turn the carkey, back out through the driveway | |
He sees her face when he closes his eyes | |
She still believe the lies | |
Pretty pretty eyes with a darker tone | |
Another hour in front of the mirror now all the scars are shown | |
And they say lets have another toast lets sing another song | |
She tries but the wine is bitter and the words wrong | |
She still believes the lies | |
When you see yourself you' re seeing red | |
And it makes you blind | |
You must be bleeding under your eyelids tonight | |
You wait for something to break the mold | |
And all I can do is wipe the blood from your eyes | |
You must be bleeding under your eyelids | |
One tear in the sink, swallow the next one | |
Now out of sight but not really gone | |
I put the key in the door don' t want to walk through | |
Hang the handle for a second or two | |
And as the door opens | |
I can feel your sadness from across the room | |
And now for your beauty | |
I' m lost for words | |
When you see yourself you' re seeing red | |
And it makes you blind | |
You must be bleedin under your eyelids tonight | |
You wait for something to break the mold | |
And all I can do is wipe the blood from your eyes | |
You must be bleedin under your eyelids | |
Wait for something to break the mold | |
Before your eyes grows old and cold | |
Keep your ears close to the ground | |
Don' t move until you hear a sound |
zuò qǔ : Blindside | |
Her pain is the fog he inhale | |
Puts down the phone, neck suddenly stale | |
Just another night with a sad different song | |
Heard from somewhere now she sings along | |
Turn the carkey, back out through the driveway | |
He sees her face when he closes his eyes | |
She still believe the lies | |
Pretty pretty eyes with a darker tone | |
Another hour in front of the mirror now all the scars are shown | |
And they say lets have another toast lets sing another song | |
She tries but the wine is bitter and the words wrong | |
She still believes the lies | |
When you see yourself you' re seeing red | |
And it makes you blind | |
You must be bleeding under your eyelids tonight | |
You wait for something to break the mold | |
And all I can do is wipe the blood from your eyes | |
You must be bleeding under your eyelids | |
One tear in the sink, swallow the next one | |
Now out of sight but not really gone | |
I put the key in the door don' t want to walk through | |
Hang the handle for a second or two | |
And as the door opens | |
I can feel your sadness from across the room | |
And now for your beauty | |
I' m lost for words | |
When you see yourself you' re seeing red | |
And it makes you blind | |
You must be bleedin under your eyelids tonight | |
You wait for something to break the mold | |
And all I can do is wipe the blood from your eyes | |
You must be bleedin under your eyelids | |
Wait for something to break the mold | |
Before your eyes grows old and cold | |
Keep your ears close to the ground | |
Don' t move until you hear a sound |