Song | Again I Go Unnoticed |
Artist | Dashboard Confessional |
Album | The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Carrabba | |
So quiet, another wasted night | |
The television steals the conversation | |
Exhale another wasted breath | |
Again it goes unnoticed | |
Please tell me you're just feeling tired' | |
Cause if it's more than that | |
I feel that | |
I might break | |
Out of touch, out of time | |
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed' | |
Cause I can't read your rolling eyes | |
Out of touch, are we out of time? | |
Close lipped another goodnight kiss | |
Is robbed of all it's passion | |
Your grip another time is slack | |
It leaves me feeling empty | |
Please tell me you're just feeling tired' | |
Cause if it's more than that | |
I feel that | |
I might break | |
Out of touch, out of time | |
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed' | |
Cause I can't read your rolling eyes | |
Out of touch, are we out of time? | |
I'll wait until tomorrow, maybe you'll feel better then | |
Maybe we'll be better then | |
So what's another day when | |
I can't bear | |
These nights of thoughts of going on without you | |
This mood of yours is temporary | |
It seems worth the wait to see your smile again | |
Out of the corner of my eye won't be the only way | |
Your looking at me then | |
So quiet, another wasted night | |
The television steals the conversation | |
Exhale another wasted breath | |
Again it goes unnoticed |
zuo qu : Carrabba | |
So quiet, another wasted night | |
The television steals the conversation | |
Exhale another wasted breath | |
Again it goes unnoticed | |
Please tell me you' re just feeling tired' | |
Cause if it' s more than that | |
I feel that | |
I might break | |
Out of touch, out of time | |
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed' | |
Cause I can' t read your rolling eyes | |
Out of touch, are we out of time? | |
Close lipped another goodnight kiss | |
Is robbed of all it' s passion | |
Your grip another time is slack | |
It leaves me feeling empty | |
Please tell me you' re just feeling tired' | |
Cause if it' s more than that | |
I feel that | |
I might break | |
Out of touch, out of time | |
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed' | |
Cause I can' t read your rolling eyes | |
Out of touch, are we out of time? | |
I' ll wait until tomorrow, maybe you' ll feel better then | |
Maybe we' ll be better then | |
So what' s another day when | |
I can' t bear | |
These nights of thoughts of going on without you | |
This mood of yours is temporary | |
It seems worth the wait to see your smile again | |
Out of the corner of my eye won' t be the only way | |
Your looking at me then | |
So quiet, another wasted night | |
The television steals the conversation | |
Exhale another wasted breath | |
Again it goes unnoticed |
zuò qǔ : Carrabba | |
So quiet, another wasted night | |
The television steals the conversation | |
Exhale another wasted breath | |
Again it goes unnoticed | |
Please tell me you' re just feeling tired' | |
Cause if it' s more than that | |
I feel that | |
I might break | |
Out of touch, out of time | |
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed' | |
Cause I can' t read your rolling eyes | |
Out of touch, are we out of time? | |
Close lipped another goodnight kiss | |
Is robbed of all it' s passion | |
Your grip another time is slack | |
It leaves me feeling empty | |
Please tell me you' re just feeling tired' | |
Cause if it' s more than that | |
I feel that | |
I might break | |
Out of touch, out of time | |
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed' | |
Cause I can' t read your rolling eyes | |
Out of touch, are we out of time? | |
I' ll wait until tomorrow, maybe you' ll feel better then | |
Maybe we' ll be better then | |
So what' s another day when | |
I can' t bear | |
These nights of thoughts of going on without you | |
This mood of yours is temporary | |
It seems worth the wait to see your smile again | |
Out of the corner of my eye won' t be the only way | |
Your looking at me then | |
So quiet, another wasted night | |
The television steals the conversation | |
Exhale another wasted breath | |
Again it goes unnoticed |