Song | All On Black |
Artist | Alkaline Trio |
Album | Good Mourning |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Alkaline Trio | |
The color you're all dressed in | |
And a stab in the back | |
Left you bleeding on the floor | |
And their mourning the death | |
The recent passing of your insides | |
I smile and regret | |
Everytime I think of how I spoke to you | |
I put it all in back | |
Of my mind where I hold you | |
I'm just trying to keep track | |
How far back it really goes | |
And I'm living in lack | |
Of the blood sent from the heavens | |
I'm just tryin to relax | |
As a killer's waiting right outside my door | |
What's black and white was red all over | |
This tired, busted, organ donor | |
Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree | |
It hasn't rained in years | |
I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears | |
Leave it to me, I'll remain free | |
From all the comforts home | |
And where that is, I'm pleased as pissed to say | |
I'll never really know | |
I put 'em all in black | |
The four walls of my bedroom | |
And I trimmed and then bled | |
Peeled your picture off the wall | |
And I'm living in lack | |
Of the blood sent from your heartbeat | |
That arrived in your neck | |
Everytime I salivated over you | |
What's upside down was coated in silver | |
This crucifix is my four leaf clover | |
Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree | |
It hasn't rained in years | |
I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears | |
Leave it to me, I'll remain free | |
From all the comforts home | |
And where that is, I'm pleased as pissed to say | |
I'll never really know | |
One of these days | |
It's gonna catch up to you | |
Throwin looks like those around | |
And one of these nights | |
I promise to you | |
I'll soon be sleeping sound | |
As soon as I leave town |
zuo ci : Alkaline Trio | |
The color you' re all dressed in | |
And a stab in the back | |
Left you bleeding on the floor | |
And their mourning the death | |
The recent passing of your insides | |
I smile and regret | |
Everytime I think of how I spoke to you | |
I put it all in back | |
Of my mind where I hold you | |
I' m just trying to keep track | |
How far back it really goes | |
And I' m living in lack | |
Of the blood sent from the heavens | |
I' m just tryin to relax | |
As a killer' s waiting right outside my door | |
What' s black and white was red all over | |
This tired, busted, organ donor | |
Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree | |
It hasn' t rained in years | |
I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears | |
Leave it to me, I' ll remain free | |
From all the comforts home | |
And where that is, I' m pleased as pissed to say | |
I' ll never really know | |
I put ' em all in black | |
The four walls of my bedroom | |
And I trimmed and then bled | |
Peeled your picture off the wall | |
And I' m living in lack | |
Of the blood sent from your heartbeat | |
That arrived in your neck | |
Everytime I salivated over you | |
What' s upside down was coated in silver | |
This crucifix is my four leaf clover | |
Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree | |
It hasn' t rained in years | |
I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears | |
Leave it to me, I' ll remain free | |
From all the comforts home | |
And where that is, I' m pleased as pissed to say | |
I' ll never really know | |
One of these days | |
It' s gonna catch up to you | |
Throwin looks like those around | |
And one of these nights | |
I promise to you | |
I' ll soon be sleeping sound | |
As soon as I leave town |
zuò cí : Alkaline Trio | |
The color you' re all dressed in | |
And a stab in the back | |
Left you bleeding on the floor | |
And their mourning the death | |
The recent passing of your insides | |
I smile and regret | |
Everytime I think of how I spoke to you | |
I put it all in back | |
Of my mind where I hold you | |
I' m just trying to keep track | |
How far back it really goes | |
And I' m living in lack | |
Of the blood sent from the heavens | |
I' m just tryin to relax | |
As a killer' s waiting right outside my door | |
What' s black and white was red all over | |
This tired, busted, organ donor | |
Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree | |
It hasn' t rained in years | |
I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears | |
Leave it to me, I' ll remain free | |
From all the comforts home | |
And where that is, I' m pleased as pissed to say | |
I' ll never really know | |
I put ' em all in black | |
The four walls of my bedroom | |
And I trimmed and then bled | |
Peeled your picture off the wall | |
And I' m living in lack | |
Of the blood sent from your heartbeat | |
That arrived in your neck | |
Everytime I salivated over you | |
What' s upside down was coated in silver | |
This crucifix is my four leaf clover | |
Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree | |
It hasn' t rained in years | |
I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears | |
Leave it to me, I' ll remain free | |
From all the comforts home | |
And where that is, I' m pleased as pissed to say | |
I' ll never really know | |
One of these days | |
It' s gonna catch up to you | |
Throwin looks like those around | |
And one of these nights | |
I promise to you | |
I' ll soon be sleeping sound | |
As soon as I leave town |