Song | Grey Matter |
Artist | Finch |
Album | What It Is To Burn |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Barcalow, Finch, Palumbo | |
Bite the tongue to live with what you've done | |
It's so good, it's so good | |
Lie to myself while | |
I lie with myself | |
It's Monday and it's raining | |
It's Sunday in the sun | |
It's so good, but | |
Would it be so bad if you were to pretend | |
That you were so happy? | |
Keep it to yourself, don't let the secret go | |
If you were so willing, but | |
Let's pray for the suicide | |
And all these pictures falling down around me | |
I've surrounded myself | |
With all I have inside | |
Would I bite my tongue and live with what you've done? | |
Just continue sleeping? | |
Selfishly consumed with everything you've wrought | |
There's nothing | |
I can do, but | |
Let's pray for the suicide | |
And all these pictures falling down | |
One wish full, step to the side | |
And please just let me know | |
Are you happy? | |
I'll decide | |
These stories are so old | |
How they match your eyes | |
Are you happy? | |
I'll decide | |
These stories are so old | |
How they match your eyes | |
Are you happy? | |
I'll decide | |
These stories are so old | |
How they match your eyes, but | |
Let's pray for the suicide | |
And all these pictures falling down | |
One wish full, step to the side | |
And pick these pictures from the ground that surround me |
zuo qu : Barcalow, Finch, Palumbo | |
Bite the tongue to live with what you' ve done | |
It' s so good, it' s so good | |
Lie to myself while | |
I lie with myself | |
It' s Monday and it' s raining | |
It' s Sunday in the sun | |
It' s so good, but | |
Would it be so bad if you were to pretend | |
That you were so happy? | |
Keep it to yourself, don' t let the secret go | |
If you were so willing, but | |
Let' s pray for the suicide | |
And all these pictures falling down around me | |
I' ve surrounded myself | |
With all I have inside | |
Would I bite my tongue and live with what you' ve done? | |
Just continue sleeping? | |
Selfishly consumed with everything you' ve wrought | |
There' s nothing | |
I can do, but | |
Let' s pray for the suicide | |
And all these pictures falling down | |
One wish full, step to the side | |
And please just let me know | |
Are you happy? | |
I' ll decide | |
These stories are so old | |
How they match your eyes | |
Are you happy? | |
I' ll decide | |
These stories are so old | |
How they match your eyes | |
Are you happy? | |
I' ll decide | |
These stories are so old | |
How they match your eyes, but | |
Let' s pray for the suicide | |
And all these pictures falling down | |
One wish full, step to the side | |
And pick these pictures from the ground that surround me |
zuò qǔ : Barcalow, Finch, Palumbo | |
Bite the tongue to live with what you' ve done | |
It' s so good, it' s so good | |
Lie to myself while | |
I lie with myself | |
It' s Monday and it' s raining | |
It' s Sunday in the sun | |
It' s so good, but | |
Would it be so bad if you were to pretend | |
That you were so happy? | |
Keep it to yourself, don' t let the secret go | |
If you were so willing, but | |
Let' s pray for the suicide | |
And all these pictures falling down around me | |
I' ve surrounded myself | |
With all I have inside | |
Would I bite my tongue and live with what you' ve done? | |
Just continue sleeping? | |
Selfishly consumed with everything you' ve wrought | |
There' s nothing | |
I can do, but | |
Let' s pray for the suicide | |
And all these pictures falling down | |
One wish full, step to the side | |
And please just let me know | |
Are you happy? | |
I' ll decide | |
These stories are so old | |
How they match your eyes | |
Are you happy? | |
I' ll decide | |
These stories are so old | |
How they match your eyes | |
Are you happy? | |
I' ll decide | |
These stories are so old | |
How they match your eyes, but | |
Let' s pray for the suicide | |
And all these pictures falling down | |
One wish full, step to the side | |
And pick these pictures from the ground that surround me |