Song | Reflected (On My Side) |
Artist | Lone Justice |
Album | Shelter |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fontayne, McKee | |
Look at all the happy people | |
See their faces change | |
As you walk into the room | |
Hundreds of years | |
In the eyes of strangers | |
Make the back of your neck burn | |
Free to pass, to conform | |
Free to wonder what belongs | |
To the bleeding man inside | |
Freedom bears no credence | |
When the lack of it's still being justified | |
(In small minds) | |
Some things never stir the hearts of men | |
Some mistakes take more than mere regrets to mend | |
In spite of all the twisting of truth | |
I still see myself reflected in you | |
But a mountain of distorted vision | |
Has me straining for a view | |
Is it fair to say that it's | |
Reflected | |
(On my, my, my side) | |
Reflected | |
(A wall exists and if I had a fist, I'd bust it down) | |
Reflected | |
(On my, my, my side) | |
Reflected | |
(In this I take no pride) | |
If I had a wish then there would be no sides | |
There should be no difference here | |
No mistrust, no suspicion here | |
What we are, what we see | |
To fabricate redemptive boasts | |
Confusing all, condemning most | |
Is feigning fidelity | |
Toss a glance into the pool | |
Open my eyes and listen | |
Wish the rippling surface pure | |
Free of dissension | |
Nothing can change the way of friends | |
Nothing else can bring this chilling season to an end | |
In spite of all the twisting of truth | |
I still see myself reflected in you | |
But lingering traces of deception | |
Blinding vision burn like poison fumes | |
I don't wanna know if it's | |
Reflected | |
(On my, my, my side) | |
Reflected | |
(A wall exists and if I had a fist, I'd bust it down) | |
Reflected | |
(On my, my, my side) | |
Reflected | |
(In this I take no pride) | |
If I had a wish then there would be no sides | |
Oh, this trend of change | |
See's nothing changing | |
Keep dreaming! | |
Oh, I wanna walk like you | |
I wanna cry with you | |
I wanna feel the way you | |
Feel the way you do | |
In spite of all the twisting of truth | |
I still see myself reflected in you | |
But a mountain of distorted vision | |
Has me straining for a view | |
I don't wanna know if it's | |
Reflected |
zuo ci : Fontayne, McKee | |
Look at all the happy people | |
See their faces change | |
As you walk into the room | |
Hundreds of years | |
In the eyes of strangers | |
Make the back of your neck burn | |
Free to pass, to conform | |
Free to wonder what belongs | |
To the bleeding man inside | |
Freedom bears no credence | |
When the lack of it' s still being justified | |
In small minds | |
Some things never stir the hearts of men | |
Some mistakes take more than mere regrets to mend | |
In spite of all the twisting of truth | |
I still see myself reflected in you | |
But a mountain of distorted vision | |
Has me straining for a view | |
Is it fair to say that it' s | |
Reflected | |
On my, my, my side | |
Reflected | |
A wall exists and if I had a fist, I' d bust it down | |
Reflected | |
On my, my, my side | |
Reflected | |
In this I take no pride | |
If I had a wish then there would be no sides | |
There should be no difference here | |
No mistrust, no suspicion here | |
What we are, what we see | |
To fabricate redemptive boasts | |
Confusing all, condemning most | |
Is feigning fidelity | |
Toss a glance into the pool | |
Open my eyes and listen | |
Wish the rippling surface pure | |
Free of dissension | |
Nothing can change the way of friends | |
Nothing else can bring this chilling season to an end | |
In spite of all the twisting of truth | |
I still see myself reflected in you | |
But lingering traces of deception | |
Blinding vision burn like poison fumes | |
I don' t wanna know if it' s | |
Reflected | |
On my, my, my side | |
Reflected | |
A wall exists and if I had a fist, I' d bust it down | |
Reflected | |
On my, my, my side | |
Reflected | |
In this I take no pride | |
If I had a wish then there would be no sides | |
Oh, this trend of change | |
See' s nothing changing | |
Keep dreaming! | |
Oh, I wanna walk like you | |
I wanna cry with you | |
I wanna feel the way you | |
Feel the way you do | |
In spite of all the twisting of truth | |
I still see myself reflected in you | |
But a mountain of distorted vision | |
Has me straining for a view | |
I don' t wanna know if it' s | |
Reflected |
zuò cí : Fontayne, McKee | |
Look at all the happy people | |
See their faces change | |
As you walk into the room | |
Hundreds of years | |
In the eyes of strangers | |
Make the back of your neck burn | |
Free to pass, to conform | |
Free to wonder what belongs | |
To the bleeding man inside | |
Freedom bears no credence | |
When the lack of it' s still being justified | |
In small minds | |
Some things never stir the hearts of men | |
Some mistakes take more than mere regrets to mend | |
In spite of all the twisting of truth | |
I still see myself reflected in you | |
But a mountain of distorted vision | |
Has me straining for a view | |
Is it fair to say that it' s | |
Reflected | |
On my, my, my side | |
Reflected | |
A wall exists and if I had a fist, I' d bust it down | |
Reflected | |
On my, my, my side | |
Reflected | |
In this I take no pride | |
If I had a wish then there would be no sides | |
There should be no difference here | |
No mistrust, no suspicion here | |
What we are, what we see | |
To fabricate redemptive boasts | |
Confusing all, condemning most | |
Is feigning fidelity | |
Toss a glance into the pool | |
Open my eyes and listen | |
Wish the rippling surface pure | |
Free of dissension | |
Nothing can change the way of friends | |
Nothing else can bring this chilling season to an end | |
In spite of all the twisting of truth | |
I still see myself reflected in you | |
But lingering traces of deception | |
Blinding vision burn like poison fumes | |
I don' t wanna know if it' s | |
Reflected | |
On my, my, my side | |
Reflected | |
A wall exists and if I had a fist, I' d bust it down | |
Reflected | |
On my, my, my side | |
Reflected | |
In this I take no pride | |
If I had a wish then there would be no sides | |
Oh, this trend of change | |
See' s nothing changing | |
Keep dreaming! | |
Oh, I wanna walk like you | |
I wanna cry with you | |
I wanna feel the way you | |
Feel the way you do | |
In spite of all the twisting of truth | |
I still see myself reflected in you | |
But a mountain of distorted vision | |
Has me straining for a view | |
I don' t wanna know if it' s | |
Reflected |