Song | Conversation Via Radio (Do You Ever Wonder) |
Artist | Blue October |
Album | Consent to Treatment |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Furstenfeld | |
You must be broken | |
By a thousand ways of wasting time | |
Get to the point | |
And off a hundred lines a week | |
No need to change my mind | |
A cleaner shade of thinking time | |
But I seem to think more than I act upon most things. | |
[Chorus] | |
Do you ever wonder | |
How hard you hit? | |
You broke my thunder | |
Do you ever wonder? | |
(How hard you hit | |
You broke my | |
You broke my | |
You broke my | |
You broke my thunder) | |
A scar was sewn | |
A drop of blood was saved for making wine | |
Still no repent | |
On how you crumble when I shake | |
A mental jaw was used | |
To pry me from this wrecking bond | |
The sad detail is all the promises I make. | |
[Repeat Chorus] | |
I'm cramped and crawling from under the dead | |
I'm sick of living without you in bed | |
I've made mistakes that I wrote... That I read... | |
But now I just can't seem to be preoccupied | |
The heart was tossed with a black lace chain | |
With these hands that I write with | |
And the ode that I live by... | |
I will never be with you. | |
[Repeat Chorus] | |
God made this night for me, a silly devil in my talking | |
Romantic company for walking. Over and out...Over and out... | |
This year is the year I want to be, that silly devil in me talking | |
Romantic company for walking. Over and out...Over and out... | |
[Repeat Chorus] |
zuo qu : Furstenfeld | |
You must be broken | |
By a thousand ways of wasting time | |
Get to the point | |
And off a hundred lines a week | |
No need to change my mind | |
A cleaner shade of thinking time | |
But I seem to think more than I act upon most things. | |
Chorus | |
Do you ever wonder | |
How hard you hit? | |
You broke my thunder | |
Do you ever wonder? | |
How hard you hit | |
You broke my | |
You broke my | |
You broke my | |
You broke my thunder | |
A scar was sewn | |
A drop of blood was saved for making wine | |
Still no repent | |
On how you crumble when I shake | |
A mental jaw was used | |
To pry me from this wrecking bond | |
The sad detail is all the promises I make. | |
Repeat Chorus | |
I' m cramped and crawling from under the dead | |
I' m sick of living without you in bed | |
I' ve made mistakes that I wrote... That I read... | |
But now I just can' t seem to be preoccupied | |
The heart was tossed with a black lace chain | |
With these hands that I write with | |
And the ode that I live by... | |
I will never be with you. | |
Repeat Chorus | |
God made this night for me, a silly devil in my talking | |
Romantic company for walking. Over and out... Over and out... | |
This year is the year I want to be, that silly devil in me talking | |
Romantic company for walking. Over and out... Over and out... | |
Repeat Chorus |
zuò qǔ : Furstenfeld | |
You must be broken | |
By a thousand ways of wasting time | |
Get to the point | |
And off a hundred lines a week | |
No need to change my mind | |
A cleaner shade of thinking time | |
But I seem to think more than I act upon most things. | |
Chorus | |
Do you ever wonder | |
How hard you hit? | |
You broke my thunder | |
Do you ever wonder? | |
How hard you hit | |
You broke my | |
You broke my | |
You broke my | |
You broke my thunder | |
A scar was sewn | |
A drop of blood was saved for making wine | |
Still no repent | |
On how you crumble when I shake | |
A mental jaw was used | |
To pry me from this wrecking bond | |
The sad detail is all the promises I make. | |
Repeat Chorus | |
I' m cramped and crawling from under the dead | |
I' m sick of living without you in bed | |
I' ve made mistakes that I wrote... That I read... | |
But now I just can' t seem to be preoccupied | |
The heart was tossed with a black lace chain | |
With these hands that I write with | |
And the ode that I live by... | |
I will never be with you. | |
Repeat Chorus | |
God made this night for me, a silly devil in my talking | |
Romantic company for walking. Over and out... Over and out... | |
This year is the year I want to be, that silly devil in me talking | |
Romantic company for walking. Over and out... Over and out... | |
Repeat Chorus |