| Song | Try And Catch Me |
| Artist | Digger |
| Album | Trainwreck |
| 作曲 : Benner, Digger | |
| I'm falling first class from the sky. There's ice on my windows, and it's freezing outside. And my vision is so blurry, and I feel like a snowflake. When I crash into your window, spread apart and separate into tiny little pieces. I'm screaming on the inside, when it's silent on the outside. And I'm looking, through my glasses, rear-view mirror, then ahead. Try and catch me now. I'm frozen cold down to my bones, and I'm thinking of the summer. When I fall into your arms, and I watch you from my bridge view. While I think of things to say, the best always after. Press my ear to the ground and I listen for you. I'm screaming on the inside, when it's silent on the outside. And I'm looking through my glasses, rear-view mirror, then ahead. Try and catch me now. I'm falling first class from the sky. And my vision is so blurry. When I fall into your arms. I'm thinking of the summer. I'm screaming on the inside, when it's silent on the outside. And I'm looking through my glasses, rear-view mirror, then ahead. Try and catch me now |
| zuò qǔ : Benner, Digger | |
| I' m falling first class from the sky. There' s ice on my windows, and it' s freezing outside. And my vision is so blurry, and I feel like a snowflake. When I crash into your window, spread apart and separate into tiny little pieces. I' m screaming on the inside, when it' s silent on the outside. And I' m looking, through my glasses, rearview mirror, then ahead. Try and catch me now. I' m frozen cold down to my bones, and I' m thinking of the summer. When I fall into your arms, and I watch you from my bridge view. While I think of things to say, the best always after. Press my ear to the ground and I listen for you. I' m screaming on the inside, when it' s silent on the outside. And I' m looking through my glasses, rearview mirror, then ahead. Try and catch me now. I' m falling first class from the sky. And my vision is so blurry. When I fall into your arms. I' m thinking of the summer. I' m screaming on the inside, when it' s silent on the outside. And I' m looking through my glasses, rearview mirror, then ahead. Try and catch me now |