作曲 : Crosby, Geraghty, Noonan ... | |
I've got your blood | |
Under my fingernails | |
It feels like | |
I could Never wash it away | |
Well how about that? | |
I could never do that | |
Well whaddaya know about that? | |
I could never do that | |
I've been waiting for your blood | |
To appear on my hands | |
And there it was | |
Under very different circumstances | |
It's a clanging symbol | |
To end this drum roll | |
It's a clanging symbol | |
To end this drum roll | |
I've been walking you | |
Into those lamposts again | |
I'd rather do that than | |
Let go of your hand | |
I've been watching your fingers | |
Straddle the neck of your guitar | |
Since you said they'd buckle | |
Like the legs of a new born foal | |
But they're still standing | |
Making those sweet | |
Mongrel chord shapes | |
Yea they're still standing | |
And you got the middle | |
One raised to me | |
I've been walking you | |
Into those lamposts again | |
I'd rather do that than | |
Let you of your hand | |
I feel you from me | |
Braithim uaim tú | |
I feel you from me | |
I've been walking you | |
Into those lamposts again | |
I'd rather do that than let |
zuo qu : Crosby, Geraghty, Noonan ... | |
I' ve got your blood | |
Under my fingernails | |
It feels like | |
I could Never wash it away | |
Well how about that? | |
I could never do that | |
Well whaddaya know about that? | |
I could never do that | |
I' ve been waiting for your blood | |
To appear on my hands | |
And there it was | |
Under very different circumstances | |
It' s a clanging symbol | |
To end this drum roll | |
It' s a clanging symbol | |
To end this drum roll | |
I' ve been walking you | |
Into those lamposts again | |
I' d rather do that than | |
Let go of your hand | |
I' ve been watching your fingers | |
Straddle the neck of your guitar | |
Since you said they' d buckle | |
Like the legs of a new born foal | |
But they' re still standing | |
Making those sweet | |
Mongrel chord shapes | |
Yea they' re still standing | |
And you got the middle | |
One raised to me | |
I' ve been walking you | |
Into those lamposts again | |
I' d rather do that than | |
Let you of your hand | |
I feel you from me | |
Braithim uaim tu | |
I feel you from me | |
I' ve been walking you | |
Into those lamposts again | |
I' d rather do that than let |
zuò qǔ : Crosby, Geraghty, Noonan ... | |
I' ve got your blood | |
Under my fingernails | |
It feels like | |
I could Never wash it away | |
Well how about that? | |
I could never do that | |
Well whaddaya know about that? | |
I could never do that | |
I' ve been waiting for your blood | |
To appear on my hands | |
And there it was | |
Under very different circumstances | |
It' s a clanging symbol | |
To end this drum roll | |
It' s a clanging symbol | |
To end this drum roll | |
I' ve been walking you | |
Into those lamposts again | |
I' d rather do that than | |
Let go of your hand | |
I' ve been watching your fingers | |
Straddle the neck of your guitar | |
Since you said they' d buckle | |
Like the legs of a new born foal | |
But they' re still standing | |
Making those sweet | |
Mongrel chord shapes | |
Yea they' re still standing | |
And you got the middle | |
One raised to me | |
I' ve been walking you | |
Into those lamposts again | |
I' d rather do that than | |
Let you of your hand | |
I feel you from me | |
Braithim uaim tú | |
I feel you from me | |
I' ve been walking you | |
Into those lamposts again | |
I' d rather do that than let |