Song | Lilacs & Lolita |
Artist | From Autumn to Ashes |
Album | The Fiction We Live |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gross, Mark, Perri | |
So I'm sorry, as two hands open doors. | |
Something serene to steal my life away. | |
Climbing on the way up, sizing up the competition, | |
Waiting for the right time, | |
To strike a chord and change your life | |
Don't you ever think | |
For one second that | |
I will forget the | |
Reasons that I cried. | |
You are no more potent | |
Than words that choke me. | |
I sit and ask you | |
Two words. | |
But this is not a product, | |
And we're not in a competition, | |
Waiting for the right time, | |
To strike a chord and change your life | |
Regret's how I spell your name. | |
In light of what you have done. | |
How can you not feel the same? | |
My love will fade with the sun. | |
As days go by, shed a tear. | |
I hate your face more than life. | |
I'll fake a smile for (you) my dear. | |
So I turn away, | |
Climbing on the way up, | |
Sizing up the competition, | |
Waiting for the right time, | |
To strike a chord and change your life. |
zuo qu : Gross, Mark, Perri | |
So I' m sorry, as two hands open doors. | |
Something serene to steal my life away. | |
Climbing on the way up, sizing up the competition, | |
Waiting for the right time, | |
To strike a chord and change your life | |
Don' t you ever think | |
For one second that | |
I will forget the | |
Reasons that I cried. | |
You are no more potent | |
Than words that choke me. | |
I sit and ask you | |
Two words. | |
But this is not a product, | |
And we' re not in a competition, | |
Waiting for the right time, | |
To strike a chord and change your life | |
Regret' s how I spell your name. | |
In light of what you have done. | |
How can you not feel the same? | |
My love will fade with the sun. | |
As days go by, shed a tear. | |
I hate your face more than life. | |
I' ll fake a smile for you my dear. | |
So I turn away, | |
Climbing on the way up, | |
Sizing up the competition, | |
Waiting for the right time, | |
To strike a chord and change your life. |
zuò qǔ : Gross, Mark, Perri | |
So I' m sorry, as two hands open doors. | |
Something serene to steal my life away. | |
Climbing on the way up, sizing up the competition, | |
Waiting for the right time, | |
To strike a chord and change your life | |
Don' t you ever think | |
For one second that | |
I will forget the | |
Reasons that I cried. | |
You are no more potent | |
Than words that choke me. | |
I sit and ask you | |
Two words. | |
But this is not a product, | |
And we' re not in a competition, | |
Waiting for the right time, | |
To strike a chord and change your life | |
Regret' s how I spell your name. | |
In light of what you have done. | |
How can you not feel the same? | |
My love will fade with the sun. | |
As days go by, shed a tear. | |
I hate your face more than life. | |
I' ll fake a smile for you my dear. | |
So I turn away, | |
Climbing on the way up, | |
Sizing up the competition, | |
Waiting for the right time, | |
To strike a chord and change your life. |