| Song | Quay |
| Artist | National Product |
| Album | Luna |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Casler, Feurhaken, Moniz | |
| Don't you walk. | |
| Run. she said | |
| We live in a drinking town with a big football problem | |
| Cry out loud, shake it down | |
| I'll be in pieces before night is done | |
| I am calm, yet shattered like a broken windshield | |
| She begs me to fall in love with her | |
| Like it's the first time | |
| But it's never the same | |
| When you glue it back together | |
| You still see the cracks | |
| And I keep on slipping | |
| So wait while | |
| I break Cause | |
| I know I can't take much more than this | |
| Sunday's bells ring and hell's on my doorstep, tempting | |
| Don't you reach out to me | |
| Just to hold on to something real | |
| Then she begs me to be in love | |
| Like it's the first time | |
| But it's never the same | |
| When you glue it back together | |
| You still see the cracks | |
| And I keep on slipping | |
| You know it's never the same | |
| When you glue it back together | |
| You still see the cracks | |
| And I keep on slipping | |
| You spit words off the tip of your tongue | |
| But you forget that the ears that you trust | |
| Come back with everything that you said | |
| You wear make-up to cover the fake-up | |
| Soft as concrete, smooth as sandpaper | |
| They come back with everything that you said | |
| With everything that you said | |
| Everything that you said | |
| With everything that you said | |
| You know it's never the same | |
| When you glue it back together | |
| You still see the cracks | |
| And I keep slipping | |
| And I keep, and | |
| I keep slipping | |
| I keep slipping away |
| zuo qu : Casler, Feurhaken, Moniz | |
| Don' t you walk. | |
| Run. she said | |
| We live in a drinking town with a big football problem | |
| Cry out loud, shake it down | |
| I' ll be in pieces before night is done | |
| I am calm, yet shattered like a broken windshield | |
| She begs me to fall in love with her | |
| Like it' s the first time | |
| But it' s never the same | |
| When you glue it back together | |
| You still see the cracks | |
| And I keep on slipping | |
| So wait while | |
| I break Cause | |
| I know I can' t take much more than this | |
| Sunday' s bells ring and hell' s on my doorstep, tempting | |
| Don' t you reach out to me | |
| Just to hold on to something real | |
| Then she begs me to be in love | |
| Like it' s the first time | |
| But it' s never the same | |
| When you glue it back together | |
| You still see the cracks | |
| And I keep on slipping | |
| You know it' s never the same | |
| When you glue it back together | |
| You still see the cracks | |
| And I keep on slipping | |
| You spit words off the tip of your tongue | |
| But you forget that the ears that you trust | |
| Come back with everything that you said | |
| You wear makeup to cover the fakeup | |
| Soft as concrete, smooth as sandpaper | |
| They come back with everything that you said | |
| With everything that you said | |
| Everything that you said | |
| With everything that you said | |
| You know it' s never the same | |
| When you glue it back together | |
| You still see the cracks | |
| And I keep slipping | |
| And I keep, and | |
| I keep slipping | |
| I keep slipping away |
| zuò qǔ : Casler, Feurhaken, Moniz | |
| Don' t you walk. | |
| Run. she said | |
| We live in a drinking town with a big football problem | |
| Cry out loud, shake it down | |
| I' ll be in pieces before night is done | |
| I am calm, yet shattered like a broken windshield | |
| She begs me to fall in love with her | |
| Like it' s the first time | |
| But it' s never the same | |
| When you glue it back together | |
| You still see the cracks | |
| And I keep on slipping | |
| So wait while | |
| I break Cause | |
| I know I can' t take much more than this | |
| Sunday' s bells ring and hell' s on my doorstep, tempting | |
| Don' t you reach out to me | |
| Just to hold on to something real | |
| Then she begs me to be in love | |
| Like it' s the first time | |
| But it' s never the same | |
| When you glue it back together | |
| You still see the cracks | |
| And I keep on slipping | |
| You know it' s never the same | |
| When you glue it back together | |
| You still see the cracks | |
| And I keep on slipping | |
| You spit words off the tip of your tongue | |
| But you forget that the ears that you trust | |
| Come back with everything that you said | |
| You wear makeup to cover the fakeup | |
| Soft as concrete, smooth as sandpaper | |
| They come back with everything that you said | |
| With everything that you said | |
| Everything that you said | |
| With everything that you said | |
| You know it' s never the same | |
| When you glue it back together | |
| You still see the cracks | |
| And I keep slipping | |
| And I keep, and | |
| I keep slipping | |
| I keep slipping away |