Song | Freshman Year |
Artist | Everyday Sunday |
Album | Anthems For The Imperfect |
作曲 : Hines, Hunter, Martin, Pearson ... | |
Once again the sunrise ends your day | |
I can’t come over | |
All you want is silence anyway | |
But your tears are beautiful | |
The couch is stained from your makeup | |
I wonder, when will you wake up | |
Will you remember all their lies? | |
CHORUS You say that this is freedom | |
But maybe this ain’t real | |
You say you’re tired of chasing the stars | |
But here’s a new beginning | |
It’s your freshman year | |
And you don’t even know who you are | |
You fell in love on the freeway | |
Where the music leads your feet | |
But then you turned the other way | |
Down another street | |
It’s like playing games when we were young | |
You pretend this isn’t wrong | |
And I guess | |
I’ll pretend | |
I’m blind | |
CHORUS In the mirror | |
I see your face | |
Together we can leave this place | |
Mercy set us free tonight | |
I give myself back | |
You give yourself back | |
We give ourselves away |
zuò qǔ : Hines, Hunter, Martin, Pearson ... | |
Once again the sunrise ends your day | |
I can' t come over | |
All you want is silence anyway | |
But your tears are beautiful | |
The couch is stained from your makeup | |
I wonder, when will you wake up | |
Will you remember all their lies? | |
CHORUS You say that this is freedom | |
But maybe this ain' t real | |
You say you' re tired of chasing the stars | |
But here' s a new beginning | |
It' s your freshman year | |
And you don' t even know who you are | |
You fell in love on the freeway | |
Where the music leads your feet | |
But then you turned the other way | |
Down another street | |
It' s like playing games when we were young | |
You pretend this isn' t wrong | |
And I guess | |
I' ll pretend | |
I' m blind | |
CHORUS In the mirror | |
I see your face | |
Together we can leave this place | |
Mercy set us free tonight | |
I give myself back | |
You give yourself back | |
We give ourselves away |