Song | Rough Hands |
Artist | Alexisonfire |
Album | Crisis |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Alexisonfire | |
Was I left behind? | |
Someone tell me | |
Tell me I survived, don't look so surprised | |
That I'm home, but just for tonight | |
With rough hands and sore eyes | |
So don't speak, | |
I am tired | |
Let's just live through this lie | |
She says, | |
I swear too much | |
She says a lot of things | |
Well, I'd swear every other word if | |
I couldFor her, | |
I'll make an attempt | |
Sometimes love isn't about | |
How much someone suits you | |
But how much you're willing to change to suit them | |
All my bones are dust(Two people, too damage, too much, too late) | |
And my heart's sealed with rust(Two people, too damage, too much, too late) | |
These hands will always be rough(Two people, too damage, too much, too late) | |
I know this won't count for much(Two people, too damage, too much, too late) | |
One day my hands were too soft | |
One day she said, "I'm tired" | |
One day her clothes were on my floor | |
One day, empty bottles | |
Well, I'm not saying she's my last | |
I'm just saying that she could have been | |
It doesn't matter how rough these hands get | |
It doesn't matter 'cause | |
I'm not her man | |
Rough hands, rough days | |
Rough hands, rough nights | |
Rough hands, rough season | |
Rough hands, rough fights | |
All my bones are dust(Rough hands, rough daysTwo people, too damage, too much, too late) | |
And my heart's sealed with rust(Rough hands, rough seasonTwo people, too damage, too much, too late) | |
These hands will always be rough(Rough hands, rough seasonTwo people, too damage, too much, too late) | |
I know this won't count for much(Rough hands, rough seasonTwo people, too damage, too much, too late) |
zuo qu : Alexisonfire | |
Was I left behind? | |
Someone tell me | |
Tell me I survived, don' t look so surprised | |
That I' m home, but just for tonight | |
With rough hands and sore eyes | |
So don' t speak, | |
I am tired | |
Let' s just live through this lie | |
She says, | |
I swear too much | |
She says a lot of things | |
Well, I' d swear every other word if | |
I couldFor her, | |
I' ll make an attempt | |
Sometimes love isn' t about | |
How much someone suits you | |
But how much you' re willing to change to suit them | |
All my bones are dust Two people, too damage, too much, too late | |
And my heart' s sealed with rust Two people, too damage, too much, too late | |
These hands will always be rough Two people, too damage, too much, too late | |
I know this won' t count for much Two people, too damage, too much, too late | |
One day my hands were too soft | |
One day she said, " I' m tired" | |
One day her clothes were on my floor | |
One day, empty bottles | |
Well, I' m not saying she' s my last | |
I' m just saying that she could have been | |
It doesn' t matter how rough these hands get | |
It doesn' t matter ' cause | |
I' m not her man | |
Rough hands, rough days | |
Rough hands, rough nights | |
Rough hands, rough season | |
Rough hands, rough fights | |
All my bones are dust Rough hands, rough daysTwo people, too damage, too much, too late | |
And my heart' s sealed with rust Rough hands, rough seasonTwo people, too damage, too much, too late | |
These hands will always be rough Rough hands, rough seasonTwo people, too damage, too much, too late | |
I know this won' t count for much Rough hands, rough seasonTwo people, too damage, too much, too late |
zuò qǔ : Alexisonfire | |
Was I left behind? | |
Someone tell me | |
Tell me I survived, don' t look so surprised | |
That I' m home, but just for tonight | |
With rough hands and sore eyes | |
So don' t speak, | |
I am tired | |
Let' s just live through this lie | |
She says, | |
I swear too much | |
She says a lot of things | |
Well, I' d swear every other word if | |
I couldFor her, | |
I' ll make an attempt | |
Sometimes love isn' t about | |
How much someone suits you | |
But how much you' re willing to change to suit them | |
All my bones are dust Two people, too damage, too much, too late | |
And my heart' s sealed with rust Two people, too damage, too much, too late | |
These hands will always be rough Two people, too damage, too much, too late | |
I know this won' t count for much Two people, too damage, too much, too late | |
One day my hands were too soft | |
One day she said, " I' m tired" | |
One day her clothes were on my floor | |
One day, empty bottles | |
Well, I' m not saying she' s my last | |
I' m just saying that she could have been | |
It doesn' t matter how rough these hands get | |
It doesn' t matter ' cause | |
I' m not her man | |
Rough hands, rough days | |
Rough hands, rough nights | |
Rough hands, rough season | |
Rough hands, rough fights | |
All my bones are dust Rough hands, rough daysTwo people, too damage, too much, too late | |
And my heart' s sealed with rust Rough hands, rough seasonTwo people, too damage, too much, too late | |
These hands will always be rough Rough hands, rough seasonTwo people, too damage, too much, too late | |
I know this won' t count for much Rough hands, rough seasonTwo people, too damage, too much, too late |