Song | Inapprope |
Artist | From Autumn to Ashes |
Album | Abandon Your Friends |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : From Autumn To Ashes, Mark | |
Mothers nursing orphans, retreating through the beams | |
I think that you exist but do you really? | |
Electric correspondence, you cannot pay the rent | |
With hand me down appendages for chemical enslavement | |
It's not indefinite, it's got a lifespan | |
You try to nurture it, hope for extension | |
As far as right and wrong, I know the difference | |
But right is oh so dull, and no one's interested | |
Amsterdamage doctors, prescribing recipes | |
With side affection stapled to your black jeans | |
Expressions are revealing just where I'd rather be | |
But I'm thrown under the bus to try to resurrect a dead scene | |
Buckle down, when it becomes a threat you vocalize a hard truth | |
So here goes | |
I've reached the top of this ladder but what did it matter, | |
It's on the wrong wall |
zuo qu : From Autumn To Ashes, Mark | |
Mothers nursing orphans, retreating through the beams | |
I think that you exist but do you really? | |
Electric correspondence, you cannot pay the rent | |
With hand me down appendages for chemical enslavement | |
It' s not indefinite, it' s got a lifespan | |
You try to nurture it, hope for extension | |
As far as right and wrong, I know the difference | |
But right is oh so dull, and no one' s interested | |
Amsterdamage doctors, prescribing recipes | |
With side affection stapled to your black jeans | |
Expressions are revealing just where I' d rather be | |
But I' m thrown under the bus to try to resurrect a dead scene | |
Buckle down, when it becomes a threat you vocalize a hard truth | |
So here goes | |
I' ve reached the top of this ladder but what did it matter, | |
It' s on the wrong wall |
zuò qǔ : From Autumn To Ashes, Mark | |
Mothers nursing orphans, retreating through the beams | |
I think that you exist but do you really? | |
Electric correspondence, you cannot pay the rent | |
With hand me down appendages for chemical enslavement | |
It' s not indefinite, it' s got a lifespan | |
You try to nurture it, hope for extension | |
As far as right and wrong, I know the difference | |
But right is oh so dull, and no one' s interested | |
Amsterdamage doctors, prescribing recipes | |
With side affection stapled to your black jeans | |
Expressions are revealing just where I' d rather be | |
But I' m thrown under the bus to try to resurrect a dead scene | |
Buckle down, when it becomes a threat you vocalize a hard truth | |
So here goes | |
I' ve reached the top of this ladder but what did it matter, | |
It' s on the wrong wall |