Song | Crooked Head |
Artist | Fucked Up |
Album | The Chemistry Of Common Life |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : 10, ****ed Up | |
Living like a stone in a river, | |
All alone, peaceful at the bottom, | |
While the rest fight not to drown, | |
Sitting while the current of the stream passes me by, | |
Forget about the fighting and the flow as | |
I empty my mind | |
Living like a fossil, | |
Still from the torrent of time in a broken world, | |
Still a stone at the end of the line | |
My trajectory is so true they float away and | |
I don't move | |
Crooked head pulling at the end of a rope, waiting for a sign | |
Swimming through the flood, so afraid because there is so little time. | |
Always running, always searching, always making it a race, | |
So detached like a leaf, never fixed to life in one place, | |
Getting lost in the shuffle makes you feel so small. | |
Fight against the swell just to throw yourself at the wall, | |
They're all dogs, fighting over the bone. | |
I'm gonna live, | |
I'm gonna leave it alone | |
Crooked head |
zuo qu : 10, ed Up | |
Living like a stone in a river, | |
All alone, peaceful at the bottom, | |
While the rest fight not to drown, | |
Sitting while the current of the stream passes me by, | |
Forget about the fighting and the flow as | |
I empty my mind | |
Living like a fossil, | |
Still from the torrent of time in a broken world, | |
Still a stone at the end of the line | |
My trajectory is so true they float away and | |
I don' t move | |
Crooked head pulling at the end of a rope, waiting for a sign | |
Swimming through the flood, so afraid because there is so little time. | |
Always running, always searching, always making it a race, | |
So detached like a leaf, never fixed to life in one place, | |
Getting lost in the shuffle makes you feel so small. | |
Fight against the swell just to throw yourself at the wall, | |
They' re all dogs, fighting over the bone. | |
I' m gonna live, | |
I' m gonna leave it alone | |
Crooked head |
zuò qǔ : 10, ed Up | |
Living like a stone in a river, | |
All alone, peaceful at the bottom, | |
While the rest fight not to drown, | |
Sitting while the current of the stream passes me by, | |
Forget about the fighting and the flow as | |
I empty my mind | |
Living like a fossil, | |
Still from the torrent of time in a broken world, | |
Still a stone at the end of the line | |
My trajectory is so true they float away and | |
I don' t move | |
Crooked head pulling at the end of a rope, waiting for a sign | |
Swimming through the flood, so afraid because there is so little time. | |
Always running, always searching, always making it a race, | |
So detached like a leaf, never fixed to life in one place, | |
Getting lost in the shuffle makes you feel so small. | |
Fight against the swell just to throw yourself at the wall, | |
They' re all dogs, fighting over the bone. | |
I' m gonna live, | |
I' m gonna leave it alone | |
Crooked head |