Song | Here's Lookin' At You |
Artist | Every Time I Die |
Album | Last Night In Town |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : ?, Buckley | |
Staring at a ghost across a table set for two | |
This is the last call before the credits roll | |
The charm of silver screen depression saturated in alcohol it's so seductive | |
Filtered through tobacco haze it's so ****ing intoxicating | |
The way they glimmer through the grain | |
And make dysfunction such a fashion | |
Jimmy Stewart suicidal sex appeal | |
The alcoholic is the last true hopeless romantic | |
Stumbling and smelling of stale gasoline | |
Making James | |
Dean speeches to an empty room | |
Audrey left some lipstick on her cigarette in the ashtray | |
With a note scrawled on a napkin saying, "This is glamor" | |
This is where | |
Hollywood cues the delusion | |
That everything looked this blue through | |
Sinatra's eyes | |
What America needs is another worthwhile overdose | |
Celestial bodies constructed on set destined to explode in the headlines | |
Another dry martini and a methamphetamine | |
GodspeedNorma | |
Jean, I hope you saved us one last sleeping pill | |
Play it again for me | |
The tragedy of a track marked beauty queen | |
The starlet in the magazine | |
She looks all right to me | |
Oh she looks so good to me | |
But there's something in the way she moves | |
Like I want to make me want you | |
Tonight I feel like fame, dreary and estranged | |
I'd scratch through glass not to be without you, without you | |
Whole lotta shakin' going on | |
Whole lotta shakin' going on | |
Whole lotta shakin' going on | |
Chicago |
zuo qu : ?, Buckley | |
Staring at a ghost across a table set for two | |
This is the last call before the credits roll | |
The charm of silver screen depression saturated in alcohol it' s so seductive | |
Filtered through tobacco haze it' s so ing intoxicating | |
The way they glimmer through the grain | |
And make dysfunction such a fashion | |
Jimmy Stewart suicidal sex appeal | |
The alcoholic is the last true hopeless romantic | |
Stumbling and smelling of stale gasoline | |
Making James | |
Dean speeches to an empty room | |
Audrey left some lipstick on her cigarette in the ashtray | |
With a note scrawled on a napkin saying, " This is glamor" | |
This is where | |
Hollywood cues the delusion | |
That everything looked this blue through | |
Sinatra' s eyes | |
What America needs is another worthwhile overdose | |
Celestial bodies constructed on set destined to explode in the headlines | |
Another dry martini and a methamphetamine | |
GodspeedNorma | |
Jean, I hope you saved us one last sleeping pill | |
Play it again for me | |
The tragedy of a track marked beauty queen | |
The starlet in the magazine | |
She looks all right to me | |
Oh she looks so good to me | |
But there' s something in the way she moves | |
Like I want to make me want you | |
Tonight I feel like fame, dreary and estranged | |
I' d scratch through glass not to be without you, without you | |
Whole lotta shakin' going on | |
Whole lotta shakin' going on | |
Whole lotta shakin' going on | |
Chicago |
zuò qǔ : ?, Buckley | |
Staring at a ghost across a table set for two | |
This is the last call before the credits roll | |
The charm of silver screen depression saturated in alcohol it' s so seductive | |
Filtered through tobacco haze it' s so ing intoxicating | |
The way they glimmer through the grain | |
And make dysfunction such a fashion | |
Jimmy Stewart suicidal sex appeal | |
The alcoholic is the last true hopeless romantic | |
Stumbling and smelling of stale gasoline | |
Making James | |
Dean speeches to an empty room | |
Audrey left some lipstick on her cigarette in the ashtray | |
With a note scrawled on a napkin saying, " This is glamor" | |
This is where | |
Hollywood cues the delusion | |
That everything looked this blue through | |
Sinatra' s eyes | |
What America needs is another worthwhile overdose | |
Celestial bodies constructed on set destined to explode in the headlines | |
Another dry martini and a methamphetamine | |
GodspeedNorma | |
Jean, I hope you saved us one last sleeping pill | |
Play it again for me | |
The tragedy of a track marked beauty queen | |
The starlet in the magazine | |
She looks all right to me | |
Oh she looks so good to me | |
But there' s something in the way she moves | |
Like I want to make me want you | |
Tonight I feel like fame, dreary and estranged | |
I' d scratch through glass not to be without you, without you | |
Whole lotta shakin' going on | |
Whole lotta shakin' going on | |
Whole lotta shakin' going on | |
Chicago |