Song | Demonology And Heartache |
Artist | Atreyu |
Album | The Best Of Atreyu |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
So unaffectionate, so insecure | |
You claim to know a thing or two about heartache | |
And what it's like to have your insides pulled out | |
And I believe you | |
I see it every time | |
Your pallbearer's pallor is obscured by the darkness (the darkness) | |
Dancing across your face (across your face) | |
And when the blackness veils your eyes in pain | |
I know what it's like when memories make you whine | |
And love letters read like obituaries | |
And photo albums are books of the dead | |
I need no reminders (no more reminders) | |
I'll forget the past and lay it to rest | |
If I had my way I'd cut | |
The calluses off your, off your breaking heart | |
If I could get past the sternum | |
Cauterize those wounds with | |
Every kiss I could give to you | |
I'm holding your heart in my hands | |
The reason it still beats | |
Am I being too cryptic? | |
Am I being too obscure? | |
Am I being too cryptic? | |
Am I being too obscure? | |
And love kills, romance is dead | |
And I don't even trust myself | |
But I love you | |
And you can pull my wings apart | |
And pin me down under glass | |
Until the end of days | |
If it can help you | |
Discover that we share the same pain | |
I just hope you write your thesis | |
Before your subject is dead | |
No life after death | |
If I had my way I'd cut | |
The calluses off your, off your breaking heart | |
If I could get past the sternum | |
Cauterize those wounds with | |
Every kiss I could give to you | |
I'm holding your heart in my hands | |
The reason it still beats | |
If I had my way I'd cut | |
The calluses off your, off your breaking heart | |
If I could get past the sternum | |
Cauterize those wounds with | |
Every kiss I could give to you | |
I'm holding your heart in my hands | |
The reason it still beats |
zuo ci : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
So unaffectionate, so insecure | |
You claim to know a thing or two about heartache | |
And what it' s like to have your insides pulled out | |
And I believe you | |
I see it every time | |
Your pallbearer' s pallor is obscured by the darkness the darkness | |
Dancing across your face across your face | |
And when the blackness veils your eyes in pain | |
I know what it' s like when memories make you whine | |
And love letters read like obituaries | |
And photo albums are books of the dead | |
I need no reminders no more reminders | |
I' ll forget the past and lay it to rest | |
If I had my way I' d cut | |
The calluses off your, off your breaking heart | |
If I could get past the sternum | |
Cauterize those wounds with | |
Every kiss I could give to you | |
I' m holding your heart in my hands | |
The reason it still beats | |
Am I being too cryptic? | |
Am I being too obscure? | |
Am I being too cryptic? | |
Am I being too obscure? | |
And love kills, romance is dead | |
And I don' t even trust myself | |
But I love you | |
And you can pull my wings apart | |
And pin me down under glass | |
Until the end of days | |
If it can help you | |
Discover that we share the same pain | |
I just hope you write your thesis | |
Before your subject is dead | |
No life after death | |
If I had my way I' d cut | |
The calluses off your, off your breaking heart | |
If I could get past the sternum | |
Cauterize those wounds with | |
Every kiss I could give to you | |
I' m holding your heart in my hands | |
The reason it still beats | |
If I had my way I' d cut | |
The calluses off your, off your breaking heart | |
If I could get past the sternum | |
Cauterize those wounds with | |
Every kiss I could give to you | |
I' m holding your heart in my hands | |
The reason it still beats |
zuò cí : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
So unaffectionate, so insecure | |
You claim to know a thing or two about heartache | |
And what it' s like to have your insides pulled out | |
And I believe you | |
I see it every time | |
Your pallbearer' s pallor is obscured by the darkness the darkness | |
Dancing across your face across your face | |
And when the blackness veils your eyes in pain | |
I know what it' s like when memories make you whine | |
And love letters read like obituaries | |
And photo albums are books of the dead | |
I need no reminders no more reminders | |
I' ll forget the past and lay it to rest | |
If I had my way I' d cut | |
The calluses off your, off your breaking heart | |
If I could get past the sternum | |
Cauterize those wounds with | |
Every kiss I could give to you | |
I' m holding your heart in my hands | |
The reason it still beats | |
Am I being too cryptic? | |
Am I being too obscure? | |
Am I being too cryptic? | |
Am I being too obscure? | |
And love kills, romance is dead | |
And I don' t even trust myself | |
But I love you | |
And you can pull my wings apart | |
And pin me down under glass | |
Until the end of days | |
If it can help you | |
Discover that we share the same pain | |
I just hope you write your thesis | |
Before your subject is dead | |
No life after death | |
If I had my way I' d cut | |
The calluses off your, off your breaking heart | |
If I could get past the sternum | |
Cauterize those wounds with | |
Every kiss I could give to you | |
I' m holding your heart in my hands | |
The reason it still beats | |
If I had my way I' d cut | |
The calluses off your, off your breaking heart | |
If I could get past the sternum | |
Cauterize those wounds with | |
Every kiss I could give to you | |
I' m holding your heart in my hands | |
The reason it still beats |