Song | No One Just Is |
Artist | Holly Miranda |
Album | The Magician's Private Library |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Holly Miranda | |
Everyone knows me and they | |
All know where I fall short | |
I hope this makes it past | |
The discontent in your heart | |
This love does no one justice | |
I think it's a broken compass | |
Got us down this far | |
Anyone with two cents | |
Would pull the ripcord | |
This love does no one justice | |
No one just is, no one just is | |
But we just keep falling with our | |
Ever impending ground | |
Rising up to meet our | |
Poor judgment and | |
It's all for show | |
Nothing ever even scratches the top | |
Of what really goes on here | |
Pound through the room, grasping at straws | |
Your heavy feet sound like wet stray dogs | |
Nameless, confused, looking for a home | |
I write it down to into a | |
And you'll be warm | |
When it comes you'll be warned | |
You'll be warm, you'll be warm |
zuo qu : Holly Miranda | |
Everyone knows me and they | |
All know where I fall short | |
I hope this makes it past | |
The discontent in your heart | |
This love does no one justice | |
I think it' s a broken compass | |
Got us down this far | |
Anyone with two cents | |
Would pull the ripcord | |
This love does no one justice | |
No one just is, no one just is | |
But we just keep falling with our | |
Ever impending ground | |
Rising up to meet our | |
Poor judgment and | |
It' s all for show | |
Nothing ever even scratches the top | |
Of what really goes on here | |
Pound through the room, grasping at straws | |
Your heavy feet sound like wet stray dogs | |
Nameless, confused, looking for a home | |
I write it down to into a | |
And you' ll be warm | |
When it comes you' ll be warned | |
You' ll be warm, you' ll be warm |
zuò qǔ : Holly Miranda | |
Everyone knows me and they | |
All know where I fall short | |
I hope this makes it past | |
The discontent in your heart | |
This love does no one justice | |
I think it' s a broken compass | |
Got us down this far | |
Anyone with two cents | |
Would pull the ripcord | |
This love does no one justice | |
No one just is, no one just is | |
But we just keep falling with our | |
Ever impending ground | |
Rising up to meet our | |
Poor judgment and | |
It' s all for show | |
Nothing ever even scratches the top | |
Of what really goes on here | |
Pound through the room, grasping at straws | |
Your heavy feet sound like wet stray dogs | |
Nameless, confused, looking for a home | |
I write it down to into a | |
And you' ll be warm | |
When it comes you' ll be warned | |
You' ll be warm, you' ll be warm |