Song | Simple Lessons In Love And Secession |
Artist | Every Move a Picture |
Album | Heart=Weapon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Davis, Fredrick, Messenger | |
Inside these fits of amorous exuberance | |
Lies the brutality of words | |
The thoughts are fine | |
But the truth makes you a liar | |
So theres just one thing Ill require | |
Let go of the runaway sentimentality | |
Real love in your heart is a weapon | |
Real love gives the pain some direction | |
But if I could you know I would be your only real love | |
In me and you | |
All thoughts seem to rendezvous | |
On oceans painted by a moon | |
But thats all just runaway sentimentality | |
It says nothing about what binds you and me | |
Real love in the dark is presence | |
Real love gives the cries their resonance | |
But if I could you know I would be real | |
And if I could you know I would be real to you | |
You know I would | |
It mocks us with the shining stars | |
Reeling side to side in lonely bars | |
Sends us off tall cliffs in tumbling cars | |
Its a pattern, you see | |
Real love is the tip of the arrow | |
Real love is dangerous and harrowing | |
So put down the runaway sentimentality | |
It says nothing about what blinds you and me |
zuo qu : Davis, Fredrick, Messenger | |
Inside these fits of amorous exuberance | |
Lies the brutality of words | |
The thoughts are fine | |
But the truth makes you a liar | |
So theres just one thing Ill require | |
Let go of the runaway sentimentality | |
Real love in your heart is a weapon | |
Real love gives the pain some direction | |
But if I could you know I would be your only real love | |
In me and you | |
All thoughts seem to rendezvous | |
On oceans painted by a moon | |
But thats all just runaway sentimentality | |
It says nothing about what binds you and me | |
Real love in the dark is presence | |
Real love gives the cries their resonance | |
But if I could you know I would be real | |
And if I could you know I would be real to you | |
You know I would | |
It mocks us with the shining stars | |
Reeling side to side in lonely bars | |
Sends us off tall cliffs in tumbling cars | |
Its a pattern, you see | |
Real love is the tip of the arrow | |
Real love is dangerous and harrowing | |
So put down the runaway sentimentality | |
It says nothing about what blinds you and me |
zuò qǔ : Davis, Fredrick, Messenger | |
Inside these fits of amorous exuberance | |
Lies the brutality of words | |
The thoughts are fine | |
But the truth makes you a liar | |
So theres just one thing Ill require | |
Let go of the runaway sentimentality | |
Real love in your heart is a weapon | |
Real love gives the pain some direction | |
But if I could you know I would be your only real love | |
In me and you | |
All thoughts seem to rendezvous | |
On oceans painted by a moon | |
But thats all just runaway sentimentality | |
It says nothing about what binds you and me | |
Real love in the dark is presence | |
Real love gives the cries their resonance | |
But if I could you know I would be real | |
And if I could you know I would be real to you | |
You know I would | |
It mocks us with the shining stars | |
Reeling side to side in lonely bars | |
Sends us off tall cliffs in tumbling cars | |
Its a pattern, you see | |
Real love is the tip of the arrow | |
Real love is dangerous and harrowing | |
So put down the runaway sentimentality | |
It says nothing about what blinds you and me |