Drowning By Numbers Lyrics
| Song | Drowning By Numbers |
| Artist | Promoe |
| Album | Standard Bearer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mårten Edh/Jimmy Cardell | |
| 作曲 : Mårten Edh/Jimmy Cardell | |
| You feel your life fading away | |
| Feel your life fading away | |
| You Feel your life fading away | |
| You feel your life fading away | |
| Feel your life fading away | |
| You Feel your life fading away | |
| Am I dreaming or am I awake | |
| You feel your life fading away | |
| As your strength's hard to slip through | |
| Your fingers you're waiting | |
| You pray that you won't feel no pain | |
| But you're calm though | |
| It's dark cause it's soft just like velvet | |
| And day of life you've been walking around | |
| With this helmet of cotton | |
| Covering your nose and your mouth | |
| Well to hell with this rotten life | |
| Cause in fact this ain't life | |
| Man I'm dead with my senses intact | |
| I can see but I can't understand what's infront of my eyes | |
| I can feel but I can't tell the love from the lies I can taste | |
| But I can appreciate and when I touch they confuse it with hate and pre-rape | |
| And I'm moving so slow but when I turn up the tempo | |
| On the temperature from my pencil to the damn plate or my literature | |
| Right now I gotta come out alive like I've never lived like before | |
| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again | |
| Turn me on babe I'm burnin' ? | |
| The furnace the thermostat can't even count in when | |
| The grease ? just bounce with it! | |
| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again | |
| Turn up the bass music's blazing let's drown in it | |
| The next vers is coming in won't you help me to count it in | |
| Drowning by numbers, is the title | |
| The title wave struck me deep down in my slumber | |
| With the pillow book tucked underneath all the covers | |
| Like a million in a mattress, like a ? my masters | |
| And forgot where I put them but as I sidetracked never mind that | |
| Just erase and rewind that (rewind) | |
| We're still drowning by numbers | |
| With the greener way scenery | |
| And a somber ensamble | |
| We're fools in a pool of despair when | |
| We're pulling each other down gasping for air | |
| We're too cool to be bothered don't ask | |
| If we care we just turn up the pace and then crash in your rear (come on) | |
| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again | |
| Turn me on babe I'm burnin' ? | |
| The furnace the thermostat can't even count in when | |
| The grease ? just bounce with it | |
| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again | |
| Turn up the bass music's blazing let's drown in it | |
| The next vers is coming in won't you help me to count it in | |
| It's the final countdown and we stir up Europe | |
| Like our private compound | |
| Export CD's to the west push the vinyls south down | |
| Now we buggin' we turn down the pace | |
| Just in case you be thuggin' and sippin' (syrup) | |
| If you're mixing this (ugh), it's the heaviest (stuff) | |
| Boast size the atlantic the deadliest drug | |
| Already screwed and chopped up so when my new ship pops up | |
| Make sure to ? fast before my crew gets locked up for possession | |
| And trafficking dressed it in packages dressed up as passengers | |
| Messed up your casual dress | |
| Airplane food tray in your lap | |
| X-ray new trace in your lab | |
| Next day that tracy gets had | |
| He's pushing up daisies | |
| My LP's a smash | |
| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again | |
| Turn me on babe I'm burnin' ? | |
| The furnace the thermostat can't even count in when | |
| The grease ? just bounce with it | |
| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again | |
| Turn up the bass music's blazing let's drown in it | |
| The next vers is coming in won't you help me to count it in |
| zuo ci : M rten Edh Jimmy Cardell | |
| zuo qu : M rten Edh Jimmy Cardell | |
| You feel your life fading away | |
| Feel your life fading away | |
| You Feel your life fading away | |
| You feel your life fading away | |
| Feel your life fading away | |
| You Feel your life fading away | |
| Am I dreaming or am I awake | |
| You feel your life fading away | |
| As your strength' s hard to slip through | |
| Your fingers you' re waiting | |
| You pray that you won' t feel no pain | |
| But you' re calm though | |
| It' s dark cause it' s soft just like velvet | |
| And day of life you' ve been walking around | |
| With this helmet of cotton | |
| Covering your nose and your mouth | |
| Well to hell with this rotten life | |
| Cause in fact this ain' t life | |
| Man I' m dead with my senses intact | |
| I can see but I can' t understand what' s infront of my eyes | |
| I can feel but I can' t tell the love from the lies I can taste | |
| But I can appreciate and when I touch they confuse it with hate and pre-rape | |
| And I' m moving so slow but when I turn up the tempo | |
| On the temperature from my pencil to the damn plate or my literature | |
| Right now I gotta come out alive like I' ve never lived like before | |
| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again | |
| Turn me on babe I' m burnin'? | |
| The furnace the thermostat can' t even count in when | |
| The grease? just bounce with it! | |
| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again | |
| Turn up the bass music' s blazing let' s drown in it | |
| The next vers is coming in won' t you help me to count it in | |
| Drowning by numbers, is the title | |
| The title wave struck me deep down in my slumber | |
| With the pillow book tucked underneath all the covers | |
| Like a million in a mattress, like a? my masters | |
| And forgot where I put them but as I sidetracked never mind that | |
| Just erase and rewind that rewind | |
| We' re still drowning by numbers | |
| With the greener way scenery | |
| And a somber ensamble | |
| We' re fools in a pool of despair when | |
| We' re pulling each other down gasping for air | |
| We' re too cool to be bothered don' t ask | |
| If we care we just turn up the pace and then crash in your rear come on | |
| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again | |
| Turn me on babe I' m burnin'? | |
| The furnace the thermostat can' t even count in when | |
| The grease? just bounce with it | |
| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again | |
| Turn up the bass music' s blazing let' s drown in it | |
| The next vers is coming in won' t you help me to count it in | |
| It' s the final countdown and we stir up Europe | |
| Like our private compound | |
| Export CD' s to the west push the vinyls south down | |
| Now we buggin' we turn down the pace | |
| Just in case you be thuggin' and sippin' syrup | |
| If you' re mixing this ugh, it' s the heaviest stuff | |
| Boast size the atlantic the deadliest drug | |
| Already screwed and chopped up so when my new ship pops up | |
| Make sure to? fast before my crew gets locked up for possession | |
| And trafficking dressed it in packages dressed up as passengers | |
| Messed up your casual dress | |
| Airplane food tray in your lap | |
| X-ray new trace in your lab | |
| Next day that tracy gets had | |
| He' s pushing up daisies | |
| My LP' s a smash | |
| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again | |
| Turn me on babe I' m burnin'? | |
| The furnace the thermostat can' t even count in when | |
| The grease? just bounce with it | |
| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again | |
| Turn up the bass music' s blazing let' s drown in it | |
| The next vers is coming in won' t you help me to count it in |
| zuò cí : M rten Edh Jimmy Cardell | |
| zuò qǔ : M rten Edh Jimmy Cardell | |
| You feel your life fading away | |
| Feel your life fading away | |
| You Feel your life fading away | |
| You feel your life fading away | |
| Feel your life fading away | |
| You Feel your life fading away | |
| Am I dreaming or am I awake | |
| You feel your life fading away | |
| As your strength' s hard to slip through | |
| Your fingers you' re waiting | |
| You pray that you won' t feel no pain | |
| But you' re calm though | |
| It' s dark cause it' s soft just like velvet | |
| And day of life you' ve been walking around | |
| With this helmet of cotton | |
| Covering your nose and your mouth | |
| Well to hell with this rotten life | |
| Cause in fact this ain' t life | |
| Man I' m dead with my senses intact | |
| I can see but I can' t understand what' s infront of my eyes | |
| I can feel but I can' t tell the love from the lies I can taste | |
| But I can appreciate and when I touch they confuse it with hate and pre-rape | |
| And I' m moving so slow but when I turn up the tempo | |
| On the temperature from my pencil to the damn plate or my literature | |
| Right now I gotta come out alive like I' ve never lived like before | |
| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again | |
| Turn me on babe I' m burnin'? | |
| The furnace the thermostat can' t even count in when | |
| The grease? just bounce with it! | |
| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again | |
| Turn up the bass music' s blazing let' s drown in it | |
| The next vers is coming in won' t you help me to count it in | |
| Drowning by numbers, is the title | |
| The title wave struck me deep down in my slumber | |
| With the pillow book tucked underneath all the covers | |
| Like a million in a mattress, like a? my masters | |
| And forgot where I put them but as I sidetracked never mind that | |
| Just erase and rewind that rewind | |
| We' re still drowning by numbers | |
| With the greener way scenery | |
| And a somber ensamble | |
| We' re fools in a pool of despair when | |
| We' re pulling each other down gasping for air | |
| We' re too cool to be bothered don' t ask | |
| If we care we just turn up the pace and then crash in your rear come on | |
| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again | |
| Turn me on babe I' m burnin'? | |
| The furnace the thermostat can' t even count in when | |
| The grease? just bounce with it | |
| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again | |
| Turn up the bass music' s blazing let' s drown in it | |
| The next vers is coming in won' t you help me to count it in | |
| It' s the final countdown and we stir up Europe | |
| Like our private compound | |
| Export CD' s to the west push the vinyls south down | |
| Now we buggin' we turn down the pace | |
| Just in case you be thuggin' and sippin' syrup | |
| If you' re mixing this ugh, it' s the heaviest stuff | |
| Boast size the atlantic the deadliest drug | |
| Already screwed and chopped up so when my new ship pops up | |
| Make sure to? fast before my crew gets locked up for possession | |
| And trafficking dressed it in packages dressed up as passengers | |
| Messed up your casual dress | |
| Airplane food tray in your lap | |
| X-ray new trace in your lab | |
| Next day that tracy gets had | |
| He' s pushing up daisies | |
| My LP' s a smash | |
| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again | |
| Turn me on babe I' m burnin'? | |
| The furnace the thermostat can' t even count in when | |
| The grease? just bounce with it | |
| Turn up the pace and then turn it on down again | |
| Turn up the bass music' s blazing let' s drown in it | |
| The next vers is coming in won' t you help me to count it in |
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