Song | This Could Be Anywhere In The World |
Artist | Alexisonfire |
Album | Crisis |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Alexisonfire | |
作词 : GREEN, DALLAS/HASTINGS, JORDAN/MACNEIL, WADE/PETTIT, GEORGE | |
This town has its claws buried in my neck | |
This town it takes life without mercy, without hate | |
The streets are in distress | |
The sun suffocates behind darkened skies | |
The grass is growing on top of my feet | |
I'm sinking, it won't be long | |
Until before | |
I'm too deep to run | |
The line up seems endless | |
Underneath the salvation signs | |
We are the dead ones | |
We are the lost cause | |
We are the bend before the break | |
Our steps seal our fate | |
Because this city, this city is haunted | |
By ghosts from broken homes | |
Because this city, this city is haunted | |
There's no hope left for these souls | |
Every step | |
I take I leave a small piece | |
Of myself behind, soon there will be nothing left | |
The cranks in the pavement | |
Match the cracks in their weathered skin | |
The sky's a brick wall, the ground's a juggernaut | |
Each day they get a bit closer | |
Between them | |
I am caught | |
I stare in amazement | |
I can't believe this is where | |
I liveEvery breathe | |
I take, I feel my lungs seal | |
This breeze feels more like shards of glass | |
I'm more scars than skin | |
Because this city, this city is haunted | |
By ghosts from broken homes | |
Because this city, this city is haunted | |
There's no hope left for these souls | |
Our steps seal fate | |
Our steps seal fate | |
This is our celebration, come join the lost souls | |
This is our celebration, come join the lost souls | |
This city, this city is haunted | |
Come, walk with us all | |
Come, walk with us | |
This city, this city is haunted | |
By ghosts from broken homes | |
Because this city, this city is haunted | |
There's no hope left for these souls |
zuo qu : Alexisonfire | |
zuo ci : GREEN, DALLAS HASTINGS, JORDAN MACNEIL, WADE PETTIT, GEORGE | |
This town has its claws buried in my neck | |
This town it takes life without mercy, without hate | |
The streets are in distress | |
The sun suffocates behind darkened skies | |
The grass is growing on top of my feet | |
I' m sinking, it won' t be long | |
Until before | |
I' m too deep to run | |
The line up seems endless | |
Underneath the salvation signs | |
We are the dead ones | |
We are the lost cause | |
We are the bend before the break | |
Our steps seal our fate | |
Because this city, this city is haunted | |
By ghosts from broken homes | |
Because this city, this city is haunted | |
There' s no hope left for these souls | |
Every step | |
I take I leave a small piece | |
Of myself behind, soon there will be nothing left | |
The cranks in the pavement | |
Match the cracks in their weathered skin | |
The sky' s a brick wall, the ground' s a juggernaut | |
Each day they get a bit closer | |
Between them | |
I am caught | |
I stare in amazement | |
I can' t believe this is where | |
I liveEvery breathe | |
I take, I feel my lungs seal | |
This breeze feels more like shards of glass | |
I' m more scars than skin | |
Because this city, this city is haunted | |
By ghosts from broken homes | |
Because this city, this city is haunted | |
There' s no hope left for these souls | |
Our steps seal fate | |
Our steps seal fate | |
This is our celebration, come join the lost souls | |
This is our celebration, come join the lost souls | |
This city, this city is haunted | |
Come, walk with us all | |
Come, walk with us | |
This city, this city is haunted | |
By ghosts from broken homes | |
Because this city, this city is haunted | |
There' s no hope left for these souls |
zuò qǔ : Alexisonfire | |
zuò cí : GREEN, DALLAS HASTINGS, JORDAN MACNEIL, WADE PETTIT, GEORGE | |
This town has its claws buried in my neck | |
This town it takes life without mercy, without hate | |
The streets are in distress | |
The sun suffocates behind darkened skies | |
The grass is growing on top of my feet | |
I' m sinking, it won' t be long | |
Until before | |
I' m too deep to run | |
The line up seems endless | |
Underneath the salvation signs | |
We are the dead ones | |
We are the lost cause | |
We are the bend before the break | |
Our steps seal our fate | |
Because this city, this city is haunted | |
By ghosts from broken homes | |
Because this city, this city is haunted | |
There' s no hope left for these souls | |
Every step | |
I take I leave a small piece | |
Of myself behind, soon there will be nothing left | |
The cranks in the pavement | |
Match the cracks in their weathered skin | |
The sky' s a brick wall, the ground' s a juggernaut | |
Each day they get a bit closer | |
Between them | |
I am caught | |
I stare in amazement | |
I can' t believe this is where | |
I liveEvery breathe | |
I take, I feel my lungs seal | |
This breeze feels more like shards of glass | |
I' m more scars than skin | |
Because this city, this city is haunted | |
By ghosts from broken homes | |
Because this city, this city is haunted | |
There' s no hope left for these souls | |
Our steps seal fate | |
Our steps seal fate | |
This is our celebration, come join the lost souls | |
This is our celebration, come join the lost souls | |
This city, this city is haunted | |
Come, walk with us all | |
Come, walk with us | |
This city, this city is haunted | |
By ghosts from broken homes | |
Because this city, this city is haunted | |
There' s no hope left for these souls |