作词 : Donelly, Greenwood | |
On your third broken window, | |
Your hair full of glass, | |
Throw your clothes in the hallway, | |
Just a sheet on your back. | |
So you're super-connected now? | |
All the freaks gather around, | |
And the crowd in your bedroom waits | |
For a piece of your personal space. | |
Are there heart strings connected | |
To the wings you've got slapped on your back? | |
Better climb in the window cause | |
I'm closing the door. | |
On your third broken window, | |
With your hair full of glass, | |
Saw your clothes in the hallway, | |
Just a curtain on your back. | |
I laugh. Are there heart strings connected | |
To the wings you've got slapped on your back? | |
Better climb in the window cause | |
I'm closing the door. | |
Now I'm spinning on a dime. | |
Now I'm spinning on a dime. | |
Now I'm spinning on a dime. | |
Like you claim to do, | |
Like now, like now. | |
Are there heart strings connected | |
To the poison coming out of your mouth? | |
Are you super-connected? | |
Are you super-connected now? | |
I'm spinning on a dime. | |
Throw your clothes in the hallway, | |
And I'm closing the door. |
zuo ci : Donelly, Greenwood | |
On your third broken window, | |
Your hair full of glass, | |
Throw your clothes in the hallway, | |
Just a sheet on your back. | |
So you' re superconnected now? | |
All the freaks gather around, | |
And the crowd in your bedroom waits | |
For a piece of your personal space. | |
Are there heart strings connected | |
To the wings you' ve got slapped on your back? | |
Better climb in the window cause | |
I' m closing the door. | |
On your third broken window, | |
With your hair full of glass, | |
Saw your clothes in the hallway, | |
Just a curtain on your back. | |
I laugh. Are there heart strings connected | |
To the wings you' ve got slapped on your back? | |
Better climb in the window cause | |
I' m closing the door. | |
Now I' m spinning on a dime. | |
Now I' m spinning on a dime. | |
Now I' m spinning on a dime. | |
Like you claim to do, | |
Like now, like now. | |
Are there heart strings connected | |
To the poison coming out of your mouth? | |
Are you superconnected? | |
Are you superconnected now? | |
I' m spinning on a dime. | |
Throw your clothes in the hallway, | |
And I' m closing the door. |
zuò cí : Donelly, Greenwood | |
On your third broken window, | |
Your hair full of glass, | |
Throw your clothes in the hallway, | |
Just a sheet on your back. | |
So you' re superconnected now? | |
All the freaks gather around, | |
And the crowd in your bedroom waits | |
For a piece of your personal space. | |
Are there heart strings connected | |
To the wings you' ve got slapped on your back? | |
Better climb in the window cause | |
I' m closing the door. | |
On your third broken window, | |
With your hair full of glass, | |
Saw your clothes in the hallway, | |
Just a curtain on your back. | |
I laugh. Are there heart strings connected | |
To the wings you' ve got slapped on your back? | |
Better climb in the window cause | |
I' m closing the door. | |
Now I' m spinning on a dime. | |
Now I' m spinning on a dime. | |
Now I' m spinning on a dime. | |
Like you claim to do, | |
Like now, like now. | |
Are there heart strings connected | |
To the poison coming out of your mouth? | |
Are you superconnected? | |
Are you superconnected now? | |
I' m spinning on a dime. | |
Throw your clothes in the hallway, | |
And I' m closing the door. |