Song | Bend Your Arms To Look Like Wings |
Artist | Funeral for a Friend |
Album | Casually Dressed And Deep In Conversation |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Funeral For A Friend | |
As the sun sets on battlefields | |
I hope you can save me | |
I hope you can save our wounded hearts | |
And distance (creation) | |
makes my heart (eternity) | |
grow colder (enough for this to end) | |
And distance (creation) | |
makes my heart (eternity) | |
seem older (for you) | |
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs | |
from your lungs | |
As the sun sets (we push and pull apart) | |
On battlefields (enough for this to end) | |
I hope you can save me (from ourselves) | |
I hope you can save us from ourselves | |
Denial (forever) | |
in the arms of (we're stuck in here) | |
our saviours (enough for this to end) | |
And my heart (falls open) | |
is torn (wide open) | |
to pieces (for you) | |
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs | |
from your lungs | |
As the sun sets (we push and pull apart) | |
On battlefields (enough for this to end) | |
I hope you can save me (from ourselves) | |
I hope you can save us from ourselves | |
And paper cuts and bloody hands | |
In the middle they would meet | |
And paper cuts and bloody hands | |
In the middle they would meet | |
As the sun sets | |
As the sun sets | |
As the sun sets |
zuo qu : Funeral For A Friend | |
As the sun sets on battlefields | |
I hope you can save me | |
I hope you can save our wounded hearts | |
And distance creation | |
makes my heart eternity | |
grow colder enough for this to end | |
And distance creation | |
makes my heart eternity | |
seem older for you | |
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs | |
from your lungs | |
As the sun sets we push and pull apart | |
On battlefields enough for this to end | |
I hope you can save me from ourselves | |
I hope you can save us from ourselves | |
Denial forever | |
in the arms of we' re stuck in here | |
our saviours enough for this to end | |
And my heart falls open | |
is torn wide open | |
to pieces for you | |
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs | |
from your lungs | |
As the sun sets we push and pull apart | |
On battlefields enough for this to end | |
I hope you can save me from ourselves | |
I hope you can save us from ourselves | |
And paper cuts and bloody hands | |
In the middle they would meet | |
And paper cuts and bloody hands | |
In the middle they would meet | |
As the sun sets | |
As the sun sets | |
As the sun sets |
zuò qǔ : Funeral For A Friend | |
As the sun sets on battlefields | |
I hope you can save me | |
I hope you can save our wounded hearts | |
And distance creation | |
makes my heart eternity | |
grow colder enough for this to end | |
And distance creation | |
makes my heart eternity | |
seem older for you | |
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs | |
from your lungs | |
As the sun sets we push and pull apart | |
On battlefields enough for this to end | |
I hope you can save me from ourselves | |
I hope you can save us from ourselves | |
Denial forever | |
in the arms of we' re stuck in here | |
our saviours enough for this to end | |
And my heart falls open | |
is torn wide open | |
to pieces for you | |
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs | |
from your lungs | |
As the sun sets we push and pull apart | |
On battlefields enough for this to end | |
I hope you can save me from ourselves | |
I hope you can save us from ourselves | |
And paper cuts and bloody hands | |
In the middle they would meet | |
And paper cuts and bloody hands | |
In the middle they would meet | |
As the sun sets | |
As the sun sets | |
As the sun sets |