Song | Untitled, Anonymous |
Artist | Everyday Sunday |
Album | Anthems For The Imperfect |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hines, Hunter, Martin, Pearson ... | |
Here I am again by myself in this room | |
And I stare at the ceiling like the others | |
The door closed, the light out, the window open | |
The blinds shudder from the cold | |
Empty walls are all staring at me | |
While the faces in their frames look away | |
The rain kisses the screen and then shatters and falls | |
And there's something familiar about that | |
I can't get away from myself | |
And I'm wondering where you are now | |
Seems like everyone else has the someone they need | |
And there's an odd number of people like me | |
But this can't be because I believe | |
In something better than love | |
Here I am again by myself in this room | |
There's no other place I can surface | |
My insides want out with the outsides want in | |
And the mirror is my window to the world | |
Pictures of dreams are the words | |
That I finally found tonight | |
If I could show them to you | |
Would you recognized the scene? | |
I know that i may be lonely | |
But am I ever alone? | |
Seems like everyone else has the someone they need | |
And there's an odd number of people like me | |
But this can't be because I believe | |
In something better than love | |
Every part of me feels it tonight | |
Alone to the tips of my fingers | |
But it all goes away when the sun comes up | |
So you'll never see this... |
zuo qu : Hines, Hunter, Martin, Pearson ... | |
Here I am again by myself in this room | |
And I stare at the ceiling like the others | |
The door closed, the light out, the window open | |
The blinds shudder from the cold | |
Empty walls are all staring at me | |
While the faces in their frames look away | |
The rain kisses the screen and then shatters and falls | |
And there' s something familiar about that | |
I can' t get away from myself | |
And I' m wondering where you are now | |
Seems like everyone else has the someone they need | |
And there' s an odd number of people like me | |
But this can' t be because I believe | |
In something better than love | |
Here I am again by myself in this room | |
There' s no other place I can surface | |
My insides want out with the outsides want in | |
And the mirror is my window to the world | |
Pictures of dreams are the words | |
That I finally found tonight | |
If I could show them to you | |
Would you recognized the scene? | |
I know that i may be lonely | |
But am I ever alone? | |
Seems like everyone else has the someone they need | |
And there' s an odd number of people like me | |
But this can' t be because I believe | |
In something better than love | |
Every part of me feels it tonight | |
Alone to the tips of my fingers | |
But it all goes away when the sun comes up | |
So you' ll never see this... |
zuò qǔ : Hines, Hunter, Martin, Pearson ... | |
Here I am again by myself in this room | |
And I stare at the ceiling like the others | |
The door closed, the light out, the window open | |
The blinds shudder from the cold | |
Empty walls are all staring at me | |
While the faces in their frames look away | |
The rain kisses the screen and then shatters and falls | |
And there' s something familiar about that | |
I can' t get away from myself | |
And I' m wondering where you are now | |
Seems like everyone else has the someone they need | |
And there' s an odd number of people like me | |
But this can' t be because I believe | |
In something better than love | |
Here I am again by myself in this room | |
There' s no other place I can surface | |
My insides want out with the outsides want in | |
And the mirror is my window to the world | |
Pictures of dreams are the words | |
That I finally found tonight | |
If I could show them to you | |
Would you recognized the scene? | |
I know that i may be lonely | |
But am I ever alone? | |
Seems like everyone else has the someone they need | |
And there' s an odd number of people like me | |
But this can' t be because I believe | |
In something better than love | |
Every part of me feels it tonight | |
Alone to the tips of my fingers | |
But it all goes away when the sun comes up | |
So you' ll never see this... |