Song | Upon My Departure |
Artist | Armored Saint |
Album | Revelation |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bush, Duncan, Vera | |
When the final bell is rung | |
And the game's declared over | |
We speak the words goodbye | |
And I know it's forever | |
An empty pit inside my chest | |
Was more than a small clue | |
No, you'll never see me again | |
Something | |
I gotta get used to | |
But you left much behind | |
Some peace and vital signs | |
Food for a busy mind | |
And souvenirs to hold tight | |
Just a passenger on your jetliner | |
Crashing to the ground | |
But the impact doesn't make a sound | |
Well, a lesson to be learned | |
From your departure | |
Funny thing but when you went away | |
I lost part of my cure | |
And now I'm searching hard | |
Underneath every card | |
Hoping with best regards | |
You'll bail me out of this dream state | |
Oh, but what | |
I feelUnfortunately is real | |
Feeling the sting of pain | |
Not a damn thing can erase the stain | |
I'm leaving here | |
And you'll know why when | |
I'm goneI'm leaving here | |
Translate your knowledge through this song | |
I won't forget | |
Why our words were meant to mesh | |
Why I'm glad we shared a glass | |
I gave something to your soul | |
And you gave me more than you'll ever know | |
Are my senses clear? | |
Do I feel it here? | |
Sometimes the past is insincere |
zuo ci : Bush, Duncan, Vera | |
When the final bell is rung | |
And the game' s declared over | |
We speak the words goodbye | |
And I know it' s forever | |
An empty pit inside my chest | |
Was more than a small clue | |
No, you' ll never see me again | |
Something | |
I gotta get used to | |
But you left much behind | |
Some peace and vital signs | |
Food for a busy mind | |
And souvenirs to hold tight | |
Just a passenger on your jetliner | |
Crashing to the ground | |
But the impact doesn' t make a sound | |
Well, a lesson to be learned | |
From your departure | |
Funny thing but when you went away | |
I lost part of my cure | |
And now I' m searching hard | |
Underneath every card | |
Hoping with best regards | |
You' ll bail me out of this dream state | |
Oh, but what | |
I feelUnfortunately is real | |
Feeling the sting of pain | |
Not a damn thing can erase the stain | |
I' m leaving here | |
And you' ll know why when | |
I' m goneI' m leaving here | |
Translate your knowledge through this song | |
I won' t forget | |
Why our words were meant to mesh | |
Why I' m glad we shared a glass | |
I gave something to your soul | |
And you gave me more than you' ll ever know | |
Are my senses clear? | |
Do I feel it here? | |
Sometimes the past is insincere |
zuò cí : Bush, Duncan, Vera | |
When the final bell is rung | |
And the game' s declared over | |
We speak the words goodbye | |
And I know it' s forever | |
An empty pit inside my chest | |
Was more than a small clue | |
No, you' ll never see me again | |
Something | |
I gotta get used to | |
But you left much behind | |
Some peace and vital signs | |
Food for a busy mind | |
And souvenirs to hold tight | |
Just a passenger on your jetliner | |
Crashing to the ground | |
But the impact doesn' t make a sound | |
Well, a lesson to be learned | |
From your departure | |
Funny thing but when you went away | |
I lost part of my cure | |
And now I' m searching hard | |
Underneath every card | |
Hoping with best regards | |
You' ll bail me out of this dream state | |
Oh, but what | |
I feelUnfortunately is real | |
Feeling the sting of pain | |
Not a damn thing can erase the stain | |
I' m leaving here | |
And you' ll know why when | |
I' m goneI' m leaving here | |
Translate your knowledge through this song | |
I won' t forget | |
Why our words were meant to mesh | |
Why I' m glad we shared a glass | |
I gave something to your soul | |
And you gave me more than you' ll ever know | |
Are my senses clear? | |
Do I feel it here? | |
Sometimes the past is insincere |