| 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 |