Shell Lyrics
| Song | Shell |
| Artist | Kady Starling |
| Album | Come What May Waiting to Expire |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Katy Somerville | |
| 作曲 : Jeff Dano/Mickaël Thomas | |
| I guess I’ve changed, I’m not the same as my former self. | |
| Things look different now, I’m falling out and cold as hell. | |
| Wondering about the state of my mental health, | |
| Distancing the inner sickness from the outer shell. | |
| When I eat I’m still depleted and heaving loud, | |
| But still soft enough to cough it up or keep it down. | |
| This hysteria is haunting me, retreats to ground. | |
| You see it etched into the depth of my beaten brow. | |
| There’s a burned out body languished on the bottom rung. | |
| And still I shiver from my liver to the iron lung. | |
| From the hither to the whither to the tired tongue, | |
| I stare directly down the barrel of your Gatling gun. | |
| And it’s the safest way to pick apart the progeny. | |
| We mean no harm but in dismay we flay our property. | |
| I’m the same as every problem perched on top of me, | |
| So it’s too late to seize the haste to say this properly. | |
| I’m not the same, I’m not the same, | |
| I’m not the shame I’m in. | |
| I’m not same, I’m not the same, | |
| I’m not the pain I’m in. | |
| I’m not the same, I’m not the same, | |
| I’m not the shell I’m in. | |
| I’m not the same, I’m not the same, | |
| I’m not the hell I’m in. | |
| Don’t slip, I could miss the mark and murk us both. | |
| It’s not a threat, I still invest in what I wait to know. | |
| If this is sex or just in jest or just incestuous hope, | |
| Either way it’s not okay if you won’t let it go. | |
| It’s the focus of the waiver, wavered slippery slope. | |
| If I’m supported by the waist, will you still let me low? | |
| All this water washed the waste that we came to know, | |
| And almost cherished, almost buried in the sable snow. | |
| This disaster’s still uncharted past the cradle’s end, | |
| Viscous plaster round the limb to coddle Kady’s mend. | |
| I’m the vast and the vapid and the fable’s friend, | |
| I’m not the same, I’m not the same, I’m not the shame I’m in. | |
| I’m not the same, I’m not the same, I’m not the shell I’m in. | |
| I’m not the shell I’m in. I’m not the hell I’m in. | |
| I’m not the same, I’m not the same, | |
| I’m not the shame I’m in. | |
| I’m not same, I’m not the same, | |
| I’m not the pain I’m in. | |
| I’m not the same, I’m not the same, | |
| I’m not the shell I’m in. | |
| I’m not the same, I’m not the same, | |
| I’m not the hell I’m in. | |
| I guess I’ve changed, I’m not the same as my former self. | |
| Things look different now, I’m falling out and cold as hell. | |
| Wondering about the state of my mental health. | |
| I couldn’t distance inner sickness from the outer shell. | |
| And my value fell. | |
| And my value fell. | |
| And my value, well, | |
| And my value fell. | |
| And my value fell. | |
| And my value fell. | |
| And my value fell, well | |
| And my value fell. |
| zuo ci : Katy Somerville | |
| zuo qu : Jeff Dano Micka l Thomas | |
| I guess I' ve changed, I' m not the same as my former self. | |
| Things look different now, I' m falling out and cold as hell. | |
| Wondering about the state of my mental health, | |
| Distancing the inner sickness from the outer shell. | |
| When I eat I' m still depleted and heaving loud, | |
| But still soft enough to cough it up or keep it down. | |
| This hysteria is haunting me, retreats to ground. | |
| You see it etched into the depth of my beaten brow. | |
| There' s a burned out body languished on the bottom rung. | |
| And still I shiver from my liver to the iron lung. | |
| From the hither to the whither to the tired tongue, | |
| I stare directly down the barrel of your Gatling gun. | |
| And it' s the safest way to pick apart the progeny. | |
| We mean no harm but in dismay we flay our property. | |
| I' m the same as every problem perched on top of me, | |
| So it' s too late to seize the haste to say this properly. | |
| I' m not the same, I' m not the same, | |
| I' m not the shame I' m in. | |
| I' m not same, I' m not the same, | |
| I' m not the pain I' m in. | |
| I' m not the same, I' m not the same, | |
| I' m not the shell I' m in. | |
| I' m not the same, I' m not the same, | |
| I' m not the hell I' m in. | |
| Don' t slip, I could miss the mark and murk us both. | |
| It' s not a threat, I still invest in what I wait to know. | |
| If this is sex or just in jest or just incestuous hope, | |
| Either way it' s not okay if you won' t let it go. | |
| It' s the focus of the waiver, wavered slippery slope. | |
| If I' m supported by the waist, will you still let me low? | |
| All this water washed the waste that we came to know, | |
| And almost cherished, almost buried in the sable snow. | |
| This disaster' s still uncharted past the cradle' s end, | |
| Viscous plaster round the limb to coddle Kady' s mend. | |
| I' m the vast and the vapid and the fable' s friend, | |
| I' m not the same, I' m not the same, I' m not the shame I' m in. | |
| I' m not the same, I' m not the same, I' m not the shell I' m in. | |
| I' m not the shell I' m in. I' m not the hell I' m in. | |
| I' m not the same, I' m not the same, | |
| I' m not the shame I' m in. | |
| I' m not same, I' m not the same, | |
| I' m not the pain I' m in. | |
| I' m not the same, I' m not the same, | |
| I' m not the shell I' m in. | |
| I' m not the same, I' m not the same, | |
| I' m not the hell I' m in. | |
| I guess I' ve changed, I' m not the same as my former self. | |
| Things look different now, I' m falling out and cold as hell. | |
| Wondering about the state of my mental health. | |
| I couldn' t distance inner sickness from the outer shell. | |
| And my value fell. | |
| And my value fell. | |
| And my value, well, | |
| And my value fell. | |
| And my value fell. | |
| And my value fell. | |
| And my value fell, well | |
| And my value fell. |
| zuò cí : Katy Somerville | |
| zuò qǔ : Jeff Dano Micka l Thomas | |
| I guess I' ve changed, I' m not the same as my former self. | |
| Things look different now, I' m falling out and cold as hell. | |
| Wondering about the state of my mental health, | |
| Distancing the inner sickness from the outer shell. | |
| When I eat I' m still depleted and heaving loud, | |
| But still soft enough to cough it up or keep it down. | |
| This hysteria is haunting me, retreats to ground. | |
| You see it etched into the depth of my beaten brow. | |
| There' s a burned out body languished on the bottom rung. | |
| And still I shiver from my liver to the iron lung. | |
| From the hither to the whither to the tired tongue, | |
| I stare directly down the barrel of your Gatling gun. | |
| And it' s the safest way to pick apart the progeny. | |
| We mean no harm but in dismay we flay our property. | |
| I' m the same as every problem perched on top of me, | |
| So it' s too late to seize the haste to say this properly. | |
| I' m not the same, I' m not the same, | |
| I' m not the shame I' m in. | |
| I' m not same, I' m not the same, | |
| I' m not the pain I' m in. | |
| I' m not the same, I' m not the same, | |
| I' m not the shell I' m in. | |
| I' m not the same, I' m not the same, | |
| I' m not the hell I' m in. | |
| Don' t slip, I could miss the mark and murk us both. | |
| It' s not a threat, I still invest in what I wait to know. | |
| If this is sex or just in jest or just incestuous hope, | |
| Either way it' s not okay if you won' t let it go. | |
| It' s the focus of the waiver, wavered slippery slope. | |
| If I' m supported by the waist, will you still let me low? | |
| All this water washed the waste that we came to know, | |
| And almost cherished, almost buried in the sable snow. | |
| This disaster' s still uncharted past the cradle' s end, | |
| Viscous plaster round the limb to coddle Kady' s mend. | |
| I' m the vast and the vapid and the fable' s friend, | |
| I' m not the same, I' m not the same, I' m not the shame I' m in. | |
| I' m not the same, I' m not the same, I' m not the shell I' m in. | |
| I' m not the shell I' m in. I' m not the hell I' m in. | |
| I' m not the same, I' m not the same, | |
| I' m not the shame I' m in. | |
| I' m not same, I' m not the same, | |
| I' m not the pain I' m in. | |
| I' m not the same, I' m not the same, | |
| I' m not the shell I' m in. | |
| I' m not the same, I' m not the same, | |
| I' m not the hell I' m in. | |
| I guess I' ve changed, I' m not the same as my former self. | |
| Things look different now, I' m falling out and cold as hell. | |
| Wondering about the state of my mental health. | |
| I couldn' t distance inner sickness from the outer shell. | |
| And my value fell. | |
| And my value fell. | |
| And my value, well, | |
| And my value fell. | |
| And my value fell. | |
| And my value fell. | |
| And my value fell, well | |
| And my value fell. |
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