Song | Until the World Stops Spinning |
Artist | Saturday Looks Good to Me |
Album | Every Night |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Thomas | |
There are secret cities buried | |
Somewhere underground | |
But whether or not we find them | |
The world keeps spinnind 'round | |
Everyone's pretending that there's nothing left to say | |
But no matter what you tell them | |
The truth shows anyway | |
But don't walk out that door | |
You know I ned you here | |
So I won't disappear into myself | |
Life everybody else | |
Until the world stops spinning | |
You spent all your money | |
You got brainwashed life before | |
And you get so tired of sleeping on the filthy kitchen floor | |
You think you're something special now | |
But the girls know you're a joke | |
With your jacket from the thrift stor | |
And your little rum & Coke | |
But don't walk out that door | |
You know I need you here | |
So I won't disappear into myself | |
Like everybody else | |
Until the world stops spinning | |
There are secret cities burning | |
Somewhere underground | |
But whether or not we find them | |
They rise up somehow | |
Everybody's acting like there's nothing new to say | |
But no matter what you tell them all | |
The truth shows in your face. |
zuo ci : Thomas | |
There are secret cities buried | |
Somewhere underground | |
But whether or not we find them | |
The world keeps spinnind ' round | |
Everyone' s pretending that there' s nothing left to say | |
But no matter what you tell them | |
The truth shows anyway | |
But don' t walk out that door | |
You know I ned you here | |
So I won' t disappear into myself | |
Life everybody else | |
Until the world stops spinning | |
You spent all your money | |
You got brainwashed life before | |
And you get so tired of sleeping on the filthy kitchen floor | |
You think you' re something special now | |
But the girls know you' re a joke | |
With your jacket from the thrift stor | |
And your little rum Coke | |
But don' t walk out that door | |
You know I need you here | |
So I won' t disappear into myself | |
Like everybody else | |
Until the world stops spinning | |
There are secret cities burning | |
Somewhere underground | |
But whether or not we find them | |
They rise up somehow | |
Everybody' s acting like there' s nothing new to say | |
But no matter what you tell them all | |
The truth shows in your face. |
zuò cí : Thomas | |
There are secret cities buried | |
Somewhere underground | |
But whether or not we find them | |
The world keeps spinnind ' round | |
Everyone' s pretending that there' s nothing left to say | |
But no matter what you tell them | |
The truth shows anyway | |
But don' t walk out that door | |
You know I ned you here | |
So I won' t disappear into myself | |
Life everybody else | |
Until the world stops spinning | |
You spent all your money | |
You got brainwashed life before | |
And you get so tired of sleeping on the filthy kitchen floor | |
You think you' re something special now | |
But the girls know you' re a joke | |
With your jacket from the thrift stor | |
And your little rum Coke | |
But don' t walk out that door | |
You know I need you here | |
So I won' t disappear into myself | |
Like everybody else | |
Until the world stops spinning | |
There are secret cities burning | |
Somewhere underground | |
But whether or not we find them | |
They rise up somehow | |
Everybody' s acting like there' s nothing new to say | |
But no matter what you tell them all | |
The truth shows in your face. |