Song | I Was the Devil for One Afternoon |
Artist | Boys Night Out |
Album | Make Yourself Sick |
作曲 : Boys Night Out, Davis ... | |
it's a good thing that i haven't slept in weeks | |
because right now times are hard for dreamers | |
i've got a broken neck sense of mortality | |
that clashes with her bloodlust sentimentality | |
she says "it's wrong, but oh, we need it" | |
as she sits waiting up for me | |
but i'm not coming home | |
i've driven seven days of distance | |
and the dial tone on the end of this receiver | |
is what's really wrong with me | |
one day dear, i'll come crawling through the front door | |
just to fall into an empty room with a ruined view | |
i'm doing this for you | |
so i'll see to it that through me you dont have to | |
suffer like this anymore | |
my impulsive impulses give me my excuses. | |
you know dear, i never think things through | |
but i'm doing this for you | |
for the first time i'm looking back on the time | |
i spend writing down lines disguised as warning signs | |
there was something in the way | |
you turned and looked at me | |
i started panicking. i started panicking | |
until your hearbeat stopped...until your body dropped | |
that will always be my favorite memory of you and me | |
and i've give anything to know the reasons behind the wreckage. | |
i ruined everything for you |
zuò qǔ : Boys Night Out, Davis ... | |
it' s a good thing that i haven' t slept in weeks | |
because right now times are hard for dreamers | |
i' ve got a broken neck sense of mortality | |
that clashes with her bloodlust sentimentality | |
she says " it' s wrong, but oh, we need it" | |
as she sits waiting up for me | |
but i' m not coming home | |
i' ve driven seven days of distance | |
and the dial tone on the end of this receiver | |
is what' s really wrong with me | |
one day dear, i' ll come crawling through the front door | |
just to fall into an empty room with a ruined view | |
i' m doing this for you | |
so i' ll see to it that through me you dont have to | |
suffer like this anymore | |
my impulsive impulses give me my excuses. | |
you know dear, i never think things through | |
but i' m doing this for you | |
for the first time i' m looking back on the time | |
i spend writing down lines disguised as warning signs | |
there was something in the way | |
you turned and looked at me | |
i started panicking. i started panicking | |
until your hearbeat stopped... until your body dropped | |
that will always be my favorite memory of you and me | |
and i' ve give anything to know the reasons behind the wreckage. | |
i ruined everything for you |