Song | Olio |
Artist | The Rapture |
Album | Mirror |
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作曲 : Luke Jenner & Vito Roccoforte & Mattie Safer | |
作词 : Rapture | |
I called you on the telephone 'cause | |
I was lonely | |
I called you up just to hear you | |
Your eyes | |
I know are a cold, cold blue | |
Pale whit skin dead like a mannequin | |
Seem to fade | |
Looking and not wanting to come up to date | |
Like a broken clock | |
The hand is still | |
Through the pain | |
I was watching as sound hit my ears | |
We don't fit anymore | |
We don't fit anymore | |
Not the same | |
Not the same | |
Not the same, same, same | |
Ripped up in the shadows | |
Over and over again | |
I remember before as your mouth | |
It touched my face | |
Small hands grabbing me | |
Trapped in my thoughts | |
You repeating like a machine gun | |
Phantasmagoria | |
The times pelting me | |
Pelting me | |
Ripped up in the shadows | |
Over and over again | |
Over and over again | |
Over and over again |
zuo qu : Luke Jenner Vito Roccoforte Mattie Safer | |
zuo ci : Rapture | |
I called you on the telephone ' cause | |
I was lonely | |
I called you up just to hear you | |
Your eyes | |
I know are a cold, cold blue | |
Pale whit skin dead like a mannequin | |
Seem to fade | |
Looking and not wanting to come up to date | |
Like a broken clock | |
The hand is still | |
Through the pain | |
I was watching as sound hit my ears | |
We don' t fit anymore | |
We don' t fit anymore | |
Not the same | |
Not the same | |
Not the same, same, same | |
Ripped up in the shadows | |
Over and over again | |
I remember before as your mouth | |
It touched my face | |
Small hands grabbing me | |
Trapped in my thoughts | |
You repeating like a machine gun | |
Phantasmagoria | |
The times pelting me | |
Pelting me | |
Ripped up in the shadows | |
Over and over again | |
Over and over again | |
Over and over again |
zuò qǔ : Luke Jenner Vito Roccoforte Mattie Safer | |
zuò cí : Rapture | |
I called you on the telephone ' cause | |
I was lonely | |
I called you up just to hear you | |
Your eyes | |
I know are a cold, cold blue | |
Pale whit skin dead like a mannequin | |
Seem to fade | |
Looking and not wanting to come up to date | |
Like a broken clock | |
The hand is still | |
Through the pain | |
I was watching as sound hit my ears | |
We don' t fit anymore | |
We don' t fit anymore | |
Not the same | |
Not the same | |
Not the same, same, same | |
Ripped up in the shadows | |
Over and over again | |
I remember before as your mouth | |
It touched my face | |
Small hands grabbing me | |
Trapped in my thoughts | |
You repeating like a machine gun | |
Phantasmagoria | |
The times pelting me | |
Pelting me | |
Ripped up in the shadows | |
Over and over again | |
Over and over again | |
Over and over again |