Song | Anchors Away |
Artist | Farewell |
Album | Isn't This Supposed to be Fun? |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Farewell | |
Not waiting for the words to come around | |
In this small tobacco town | |
And I'm hating every second of this shit | |
I'm far too involved to quit | |
But the radio keeps playing on and on | |
On and on and on | |
What in the world were you thinking? | |
This ship we're sinking is going down | |
And the water we're drinking on | |
Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
Captain, captain! | |
Please save me, save me! | |
The neatest _ire up for hire | |
And the drunken liars make me want to scream | |
And I'm jaded by the ones who mean the most | |
But I'm talking to your ghost | |
And I'm fading like all the lies you put up with | |
And the table starts to shift | |
But the one I love is moving on and on | |
What in the world were you thinking? | |
This ship we're sinking is going down | |
And the water we're drinking on | |
Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
Captain, captain! | |
Please save me, save me! | |
Down to the wire I admire | |
This talk is tired | |
It makes me want to see inside her, smoke and fire | |
What in the world were you thinking? | |
This ship we're sinking is going down | |
And the water we're drinking on | |
Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
What in the world were you thinking? | |
This ship we're sinking is going down | |
And the water we're drinking on | |
Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
I'm sitting on the sidelines | |
Waiting for the right time | |
For someone to come and carry me home | |
I'm sitting on the sidelines | |
Waiting for the right time | |
For someone to come and carry me home | |
I'm sitting on the sidelines | |
Waiting for the right time | |
For someone to come and carry me home | |
I'm sitting on the sidelines | |
Waiting for the right time | |
For someone to come and carry me home | |
(The radio keeps playing on and on | |
On and on and on | |
The radio keeps playing on | |
On and on and on) |
zuo qu : Farewell | |
Not waiting for the words to come around | |
In this small tobacco town | |
And I' m hating every second of this shit | |
I' m far too involved to quit | |
But the radio keeps playing on and on | |
On and on and on | |
What in the world were you thinking? | |
This ship we' re sinking is going down | |
And the water we' re drinking on | |
Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
Captain, captain! | |
Please save me, save me! | |
The neatest _ire up for hire | |
And the drunken liars make me want to scream | |
And I' m jaded by the ones who mean the most | |
But I' m talking to your ghost | |
And I' m fading like all the lies you put up with | |
And the table starts to shift | |
But the one I love is moving on and on | |
What in the world were you thinking? | |
This ship we' re sinking is going down | |
And the water we' re drinking on | |
Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
Captain, captain! | |
Please save me, save me! | |
Down to the wire I admire | |
This talk is tired | |
It makes me want to see inside her, smoke and fire | |
What in the world were you thinking? | |
This ship we' re sinking is going down | |
And the water we' re drinking on | |
Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
What in the world were you thinking? | |
This ship we' re sinking is going down | |
And the water we' re drinking on | |
Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
I' m sitting on the sidelines | |
Waiting for the right time | |
For someone to come and carry me home | |
I' m sitting on the sidelines | |
Waiting for the right time | |
For someone to come and carry me home | |
I' m sitting on the sidelines | |
Waiting for the right time | |
For someone to come and carry me home | |
I' m sitting on the sidelines | |
Waiting for the right time | |
For someone to come and carry me home | |
The radio keeps playing on and on | |
On and on and on | |
The radio keeps playing on | |
On and on and on |
zuò qǔ : Farewell | |
Not waiting for the words to come around | |
In this small tobacco town | |
And I' m hating every second of this shit | |
I' m far too involved to quit | |
But the radio keeps playing on and on | |
On and on and on | |
What in the world were you thinking? | |
This ship we' re sinking is going down | |
And the water we' re drinking on | |
Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
Captain, captain! | |
Please save me, save me! | |
The neatest _ire up for hire | |
And the drunken liars make me want to scream | |
And I' m jaded by the ones who mean the most | |
But I' m talking to your ghost | |
And I' m fading like all the lies you put up with | |
And the table starts to shift | |
But the one I love is moving on and on | |
What in the world were you thinking? | |
This ship we' re sinking is going down | |
And the water we' re drinking on | |
Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
Captain, captain! | |
Please save me, save me! | |
Down to the wire I admire | |
This talk is tired | |
It makes me want to see inside her, smoke and fire | |
What in the world were you thinking? | |
This ship we' re sinking is going down | |
And the water we' re drinking on | |
Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
What in the world were you thinking? | |
This ship we' re sinking is going down | |
And the water we' re drinking on | |
Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
I' m sitting on the sidelines | |
Waiting for the right time | |
For someone to come and carry me home | |
I' m sitting on the sidelines | |
Waiting for the right time | |
For someone to come and carry me home | |
I' m sitting on the sidelines | |
Waiting for the right time | |
For someone to come and carry me home | |
I' m sitting on the sidelines | |
Waiting for the right time | |
For someone to come and carry me home | |
The radio keeps playing on and on | |
On and on and on | |
The radio keeps playing on | |
On and on and on |