Song | Battle Of Someone |
Artist | Blues Traveler |
Album | Straight On Till Morning |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : John Popper | |
作词 : Blues Traveler, Popper | |
Well I love no one and | |
I don't care who knows | |
Don't care if you're far away, don't give a damn if you're close | |
I'm the vacant distraction of a broken old man | |
I lack shape or color, not even gray or even tan | |
I'd hate all | |
I see but it makes me too tired | |
I'm much more at home when left uninspired | |
So damn me to hell and resist if you must | |
But lower your eyes once and | |
I'll emerge from the dust | |
For I am nothing | |
Yes I am nothing | |
Yes I am nothing | |
And I love no one | |
Yes I love no one | |
Well I love everyone | |
I am filled with delight | |
I understand all your feelings, | |
I don't see from wrong or right | |
I'm the look in your eyes when you're telling the truth | |
I'm the wisdom of age and the beauty of youth | |
I am shape substance color darkest black palest white | |
Speckled gond ringing mirror, sharp soft and bright | |
I'm rage passion laughter and the need to know why? | |
Come sample all my riches, | |
I'm pure stimuli | |
For I am everything | |
Yes I am everything | |
Yes I am everything | |
And I love everyone | |
Under the sun | |
Well I can only love someone | |
I am just a person | |
My father loved my mother and | |
I am her son | |
The preceding verses are the halves of my soul | |
I'm just the battlefield and that is my role | |
There's a tug of war between what | |
I can and can't feel | |
The inevitable compromise, determines the real | |
The equation the reason for my being here | |
The struggle resulting in my invention of the tear | |
For I'm only something | |
Yes I'm only something | |
Yes I'm only something | |
And I can only love someone | |
And it's the best | |
I can doIt's the very best | |
I can doYou're probably someone too | |
So perhaps | |
I love you | |
Perhaps you'll love me too | |
Perhaps you'll love me too | |
Perhaps you'll love me too |
zuo qu : John Popper | |
zuo ci : Blues Traveler, Popper | |
Well I love no one and | |
I don' t care who knows | |
Don' t care if you' re far away, don' t give a damn if you' re close | |
I' m the vacant distraction of a broken old man | |
I lack shape or color, not even gray or even tan | |
I' d hate all | |
I see but it makes me too tired | |
I' m much more at home when left uninspired | |
So damn me to hell and resist if you must | |
But lower your eyes once and | |
I' ll emerge from the dust | |
For I am nothing | |
Yes I am nothing | |
Yes I am nothing | |
And I love no one | |
Yes I love no one | |
Well I love everyone | |
I am filled with delight | |
I understand all your feelings, | |
I don' t see from wrong or right | |
I' m the look in your eyes when you' re telling the truth | |
I' m the wisdom of age and the beauty of youth | |
I am shape substance color darkest black palest white | |
Speckled gond ringing mirror, sharp soft and bright | |
I' m rage passion laughter and the need to know why? | |
Come sample all my riches, | |
I' m pure stimuli | |
For I am everything | |
Yes I am everything | |
Yes I am everything | |
And I love everyone | |
Under the sun | |
Well I can only love someone | |
I am just a person | |
My father loved my mother and | |
I am her son | |
The preceding verses are the halves of my soul | |
I' m just the battlefield and that is my role | |
There' s a tug of war between what | |
I can and can' t feel | |
The inevitable compromise, determines the real | |
The equation the reason for my being here | |
The struggle resulting in my invention of the tear | |
For I' m only something | |
Yes I' m only something | |
Yes I' m only something | |
And I can only love someone | |
And it' s the best | |
I can doIt' s the very best | |
I can doYou' re probably someone too | |
So perhaps | |
I love you | |
Perhaps you' ll love me too | |
Perhaps you' ll love me too | |
Perhaps you' ll love me too |
zuò qǔ : John Popper | |
zuò cí : Blues Traveler, Popper | |
Well I love no one and | |
I don' t care who knows | |
Don' t care if you' re far away, don' t give a damn if you' re close | |
I' m the vacant distraction of a broken old man | |
I lack shape or color, not even gray or even tan | |
I' d hate all | |
I see but it makes me too tired | |
I' m much more at home when left uninspired | |
So damn me to hell and resist if you must | |
But lower your eyes once and | |
I' ll emerge from the dust | |
For I am nothing | |
Yes I am nothing | |
Yes I am nothing | |
And I love no one | |
Yes I love no one | |
Well I love everyone | |
I am filled with delight | |
I understand all your feelings, | |
I don' t see from wrong or right | |
I' m the look in your eyes when you' re telling the truth | |
I' m the wisdom of age and the beauty of youth | |
I am shape substance color darkest black palest white | |
Speckled gond ringing mirror, sharp soft and bright | |
I' m rage passion laughter and the need to know why? | |
Come sample all my riches, | |
I' m pure stimuli | |
For I am everything | |
Yes I am everything | |
Yes I am everything | |
And I love everyone | |
Under the sun | |
Well I can only love someone | |
I am just a person | |
My father loved my mother and | |
I am her son | |
The preceding verses are the halves of my soul | |
I' m just the battlefield and that is my role | |
There' s a tug of war between what | |
I can and can' t feel | |
The inevitable compromise, determines the real | |
The equation the reason for my being here | |
The struggle resulting in my invention of the tear | |
For I' m only something | |
Yes I' m only something | |
Yes I' m only something | |
And I can only love someone | |
And it' s the best | |
I can doIt' s the very best | |
I can doYou' re probably someone too | |
So perhaps | |
I love you | |
Perhaps you' ll love me too | |
Perhaps you' ll love me too | |
Perhaps you' ll love me too |