Song | Bakefast at Piffany's |
Artist | Dads |
Album | American Radass (This Is Important) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作词 : John Bradley/Scott Scharinger |
[00:01.000] | 作曲 : John Bradley/Scott Scharinger |
[00:25.000] | Love is bleaching |
[00:29.000] | Bed sheets |
[00:31.000] | Because we could never wait |
[00:37.000] | Love is seeking |
[00:40.000] | Bare feet |
[00:43.500] | Phone calls from other states |
[00:50.000] | Love was |
[00:53.000] | Loved ones |
[00:56.000] | Love was |
[00:58.500] | Loved once |
[01:01.000] | Well, do you |
[01:05.000] | Still forget to |
[01:07.000] | Brush your teeth? |
[01:10.000] | Cause you're too caught up in |
[01:14.000] | The morning |
[01:17.000] | Each eyes peel |
[01:20.000] | Peer into pores |
[01:21.500] | Change of breathing wakes each other up |
[01:26.000] | Now it's cold air |
[01:29.000] | Nobodys laying there |
[01:32.000] | Checking my phone |
[01:35.000] | And going back to sleep |
[01:40.000] | I sleep in a bed and home that we made |
[01:44.000] | But I'm left alone with your scent on pillow sheets |
[01:49.500] | Rearranging furniture to forget my past mistakes |
[01:54.500] | Covering up the walls in an attempt to create |
[02:01.000] | something that will make me forget who you've become |
[02:12.000] | Something that will make me forget what you've lost |
[02:24.000] | And now it's new meaning |
[02:27.000] | Into inanimate objects |
[02:29.500] | Working towards better health |
[02:31.000] | Or just longer breaths to kill more time |
[02:37.000] | Count the seconds |
[02:39.000] | Count the heartbeats |
[02:42.000] | Count the messages |
[02:43.000] | Count the lack of replies |
[03:17.000] | People we loved |
[03:21.500] | Hurt us |
[03:24.000] | And we make up excuses |
[03:29.000] | To tell ourselves they had to |
[03:33.000] | And that it's all okay |
[03:37.000] | And that they mean well |
[03:44.000] | But why? |
[04:05.000] | I'm going to start doing what I want to do |
[04:10.000] | I'm going to start getting selfish |
[00:00.000] | zuo ci : John Bradley Scott Scharinger |
[00:01.000] | zuo qu : John Bradley Scott Scharinger |
[00:25.000] | Love is bleaching |
[00:29.000] | Bed sheets |
[00:31.000] | Because we could never wait |
[00:37.000] | Love is seeking |
[00:40.000] | Bare feet |
[00:43.500] | Phone calls from other states |
[00:50.000] | Love was |
[00:53.000] | Loved ones |
[00:56.000] | Love was |
[00:58.500] | Loved once |
[01:01.000] | Well, do you |
[01:05.000] | Still forget to |
[01:07.000] | Brush your teeth? |
[01:10.000] | Cause you' re too caught up in |
[01:14.000] | The morning |
[01:17.000] | Each eyes peel |
[01:20.000] | Peer into pores |
[01:21.500] | Change of breathing wakes each other up |
[01:26.000] | Now it' s cold air |
[01:29.000] | Nobodys laying there |
[01:32.000] | Checking my phone |
[01:35.000] | And going back to sleep |
[01:40.000] | I sleep in a bed and home that we made |
[01:44.000] | But I' m left alone with your scent on pillow sheets |
[01:49.500] | Rearranging furniture to forget my past mistakes |
[01:54.500] | Covering up the walls in an attempt to create |
[02:01.000] | something that will make me forget who you' ve become |
[02:12.000] | Something that will make me forget what you' ve lost |
[02:24.000] | And now it' s new meaning |
[02:27.000] | Into inanimate objects |
[02:29.500] | Working towards better health |
[02:31.000] | Or just longer breaths to kill more time |
[02:37.000] | Count the seconds |
[02:39.000] | Count the heartbeats |
[02:42.000] | Count the messages |
[02:43.000] | Count the lack of replies |
[03:17.000] | People we loved |
[03:21.500] | Hurt us |
[03:24.000] | And we make up excuses |
[03:29.000] | To tell ourselves they had to |
[03:33.000] | And that it' s all okay |
[03:37.000] | And that they mean well |
[03:44.000] | But why? |
[04:05.000] | I' m going to start doing what I want to do |
[04:10.000] | I' m going to start getting selfish |
[00:00.000] | zuò cí : John Bradley Scott Scharinger |
[00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : John Bradley Scott Scharinger |
[00:25.000] | Love is bleaching |
[00:29.000] | Bed sheets |
[00:31.000] | Because we could never wait |
[00:37.000] | Love is seeking |
[00:40.000] | Bare feet |
[00:43.500] | Phone calls from other states |
[00:50.000] | Love was |
[00:53.000] | Loved ones |
[00:56.000] | Love was |
[00:58.500] | Loved once |
[01:01.000] | Well, do you |
[01:05.000] | Still forget to |
[01:07.000] | Brush your teeth? |
[01:10.000] | Cause you' re too caught up in |
[01:14.000] | The morning |
[01:17.000] | Each eyes peel |
[01:20.000] | Peer into pores |
[01:21.500] | Change of breathing wakes each other up |
[01:26.000] | Now it' s cold air |
[01:29.000] | Nobodys laying there |
[01:32.000] | Checking my phone |
[01:35.000] | And going back to sleep |
[01:40.000] | I sleep in a bed and home that we made |
[01:44.000] | But I' m left alone with your scent on pillow sheets |
[01:49.500] | Rearranging furniture to forget my past mistakes |
[01:54.500] | Covering up the walls in an attempt to create |
[02:01.000] | something that will make me forget who you' ve become |
[02:12.000] | Something that will make me forget what you' ve lost |
[02:24.000] | And now it' s new meaning |
[02:27.000] | Into inanimate objects |
[02:29.500] | Working towards better health |
[02:31.000] | Or just longer breaths to kill more time |
[02:37.000] | Count the seconds |
[02:39.000] | Count the heartbeats |
[02:42.000] | Count the messages |
[02:43.000] | Count the lack of replies |
[03:17.000] | People we loved |
[03:21.500] | Hurt us |
[03:24.000] | And we make up excuses |
[03:29.000] | To tell ourselves they had to |
[03:33.000] | And that it' s all okay |
[03:37.000] | And that they mean well |
[03:44.000] | But why? |
[04:05.000] | I' m going to start doing what I want to do |
[04:10.000] | I' m going to start getting selfish |