Song | Feels Like the End of the World |
Artist | Firewater |
Album | The Golden Hour |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : A | |
In the dawn on the roof, there's a semblance of truth | |
In the half light that sings to me of you | |
With my bottle full of sin, | |
I hoist a toast to the muezzin | |
That these black clouds mean the monsoon | |
Because the sun refused to shine since you left me dumb and blind | |
Sometimes it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world | |
And every word | |
I never spoke dies like a spark smothered in smoke pulled from the glow of a shitty cigarette | |
And I probably should shave and dig myself out of this grave | |
But I can't go | |
No, not just yet | |
Mostly the nights they ain't half bad | |
It's the days that seem designed to drive you mad | |
Sometimes it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world | |
So tonight in the bar of this hotel bazaar | |
I'll write some postcards and throw them away | |
And maybe someday | |
I'll leave here | |
But the drinks, they are so cheap here | |
And somebody's always got to pay | |
And it feels like the end of the world | |
And it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world |
zuo qu : A | |
In the dawn on the roof, there' s a semblance of truth | |
In the half light that sings to me of you | |
With my bottle full of sin, | |
I hoist a toast to the muezzin | |
That these black clouds mean the monsoon | |
Because the sun refused to shine since you left me dumb and blind | |
Sometimes it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world | |
And every word | |
I never spoke dies like a spark smothered in smoke pulled from the glow of a shitty cigarette | |
And I probably should shave and dig myself out of this grave | |
But I can' t go | |
No, not just yet | |
Mostly the nights they ain' t half bad | |
It' s the days that seem designed to drive you mad | |
Sometimes it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world | |
So tonight in the bar of this hotel bazaar | |
I' ll write some postcards and throw them away | |
And maybe someday | |
I' ll leave here | |
But the drinks, they are so cheap here | |
And somebody' s always got to pay | |
And it feels like the end of the world | |
And it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world |
zuò qǔ : A | |
In the dawn on the roof, there' s a semblance of truth | |
In the half light that sings to me of you | |
With my bottle full of sin, | |
I hoist a toast to the muezzin | |
That these black clouds mean the monsoon | |
Because the sun refused to shine since you left me dumb and blind | |
Sometimes it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world | |
And every word | |
I never spoke dies like a spark smothered in smoke pulled from the glow of a shitty cigarette | |
And I probably should shave and dig myself out of this grave | |
But I can' t go | |
No, not just yet | |
Mostly the nights they ain' t half bad | |
It' s the days that seem designed to drive you mad | |
Sometimes it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world | |
So tonight in the bar of this hotel bazaar | |
I' ll write some postcards and throw them away | |
And maybe someday | |
I' ll leave here | |
But the drinks, they are so cheap here | |
And somebody' s always got to pay | |
And it feels like the end of the world | |
And it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world | |
Yes it feels like the end of the world |