Song | Sweet Carolina Honey |
Artist | Jamie's Elsewhere |
Album | Guidebook for Sinners Turned Saints |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jamies Elsewhere | |
You feel you're close to the edge, | |
You fight off the terror of knowing what you're about to do. | |
Is this what your heart asks, | |
For falling to the ground? | |
So feel alive or believe that you want this for yourself, | |
To follow blindly up over the edge. | |
There's nothing to prove you've nothing to gain, | |
To just give up and throw it away. | |
So is this what you want? | |
You feel you're close to the edge, | |
You fight off the terror of knowing what you're about to do. | |
Is this what your heart asks, | |
For falling to the ground? | |
So what gives you the right to be so heartless? | |
Who gave up on you? | |
Do you feel thats a good enough excuse? | |
I doubt you'll ever see the truth. | |
No I expect you wont... | |
You feel you're close to the edge, | |
You fight off the terror of knowing what you're about to do. | |
Is this what your heart asks, | |
For falling to the ground? | |
So step over the edge. | |
Take a breath as your heart stops beating again, | |
Screaming to feel alive. | |
We cant save you from this. | |
Terror grips at your heart. | |
Oh god please just stop this, | |
To feel alive. | |
So is this where your heart breaks? | |
It's falling to the ground. | |
So is this where your heart breaks? | |
It's falling to the end of all we are |
zuo qu : Jamies Elsewhere | |
You feel you' re close to the edge, | |
You fight off the terror of knowing what you' re about to do. | |
Is this what your heart asks, | |
For falling to the ground? | |
So feel alive or believe that you want this for yourself, | |
To follow blindly up over the edge. | |
There' s nothing to prove you' ve nothing to gain, | |
To just give up and throw it away. | |
So is this what you want? | |
You feel you' re close to the edge, | |
You fight off the terror of knowing what you' re about to do. | |
Is this what your heart asks, | |
For falling to the ground? | |
So what gives you the right to be so heartless? | |
Who gave up on you? | |
Do you feel thats a good enough excuse? | |
I doubt you' ll ever see the truth. | |
No I expect you wont... | |
You feel you' re close to the edge, | |
You fight off the terror of knowing what you' re about to do. | |
Is this what your heart asks, | |
For falling to the ground? | |
So step over the edge. | |
Take a breath as your heart stops beating again, | |
Screaming to feel alive. | |
We cant save you from this. | |
Terror grips at your heart. | |
Oh god please just stop this, | |
To feel alive. | |
So is this where your heart breaks? | |
It' s falling to the ground. | |
So is this where your heart breaks? | |
It' s falling to the end of all we are |
zuò qǔ : Jamies Elsewhere | |
You feel you' re close to the edge, | |
You fight off the terror of knowing what you' re about to do. | |
Is this what your heart asks, | |
For falling to the ground? | |
So feel alive or believe that you want this for yourself, | |
To follow blindly up over the edge. | |
There' s nothing to prove you' ve nothing to gain, | |
To just give up and throw it away. | |
So is this what you want? | |
You feel you' re close to the edge, | |
You fight off the terror of knowing what you' re about to do. | |
Is this what your heart asks, | |
For falling to the ground? | |
So what gives you the right to be so heartless? | |
Who gave up on you? | |
Do you feel thats a good enough excuse? | |
I doubt you' ll ever see the truth. | |
No I expect you wont... | |
You feel you' re close to the edge, | |
You fight off the terror of knowing what you' re about to do. | |
Is this what your heart asks, | |
For falling to the ground? | |
So step over the edge. | |
Take a breath as your heart stops beating again, | |
Screaming to feel alive. | |
We cant save you from this. | |
Terror grips at your heart. | |
Oh god please just stop this, | |
To feel alive. | |
So is this where your heart breaks? | |
It' s falling to the ground. | |
So is this where your heart breaks? | |
It' s falling to the end of all we are |