Song | Secondhand surgery |
Artist | Hopesfall |
Album | Magnetic North |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Forrest, Hopesfall | |
Tell em you need it | |
cause it's soothing to know | |
there's no end | |
can you separate it | |
I know you want it | |
to feel control | |
no traffic in these eyes | |
when veins in tantric change | |
it's slow pumping through my legs | |
we'll try to carry on | |
with veins in tantric change | |
and yes we'll try | |
to stomp the days away | |
what if right now | |
these heads | |
rolled dead across the table | |
who'd sew theirs back? | |
i'm slowly thinking | |
of switching your head | |
with my body | |
and we can start these days the same | |
comfort me on the floor with these bones | |
they're two mouths to feed | |
i am just a ghost | |
you think i'm rested | |
i am more shot than you know | |
i hear and chase them off the rooftops and the walls | |
it feels like there's something in the walls | |
no traffic in my eyes | |
it takes the pain away |
zuo qu : Forrest, Hopesfall | |
Tell em you need it | |
cause it' s soothing to know | |
there' s no end | |
can you separate it | |
I know you want it | |
to feel control | |
no traffic in these eyes | |
when veins in tantric change | |
it' s slow pumping through my legs | |
we' ll try to carry on | |
with veins in tantric change | |
and yes we' ll try | |
to stomp the days away | |
what if right now | |
these heads | |
rolled dead across the table | |
who' d sew theirs back? | |
i' m slowly thinking | |
of switching your head | |
with my body | |
and we can start these days the same | |
comfort me on the floor with these bones | |
they' re two mouths to feed | |
i am just a ghost | |
you think i' m rested | |
i am more shot than you know | |
i hear and chase them off the rooftops and the walls | |
it feels like there' s something in the walls | |
no traffic in my eyes | |
it takes the pain away |
zuò qǔ : Forrest, Hopesfall | |
Tell em you need it | |
cause it' s soothing to know | |
there' s no end | |
can you separate it | |
I know you want it | |
to feel control | |
no traffic in these eyes | |
when veins in tantric change | |
it' s slow pumping through my legs | |
we' ll try to carry on | |
with veins in tantric change | |
and yes we' ll try | |
to stomp the days away | |
what if right now | |
these heads | |
rolled dead across the table | |
who' d sew theirs back? | |
i' m slowly thinking | |
of switching your head | |
with my body | |
and we can start these days the same | |
comfort me on the floor with these bones | |
they' re two mouths to feed | |
i am just a ghost | |
you think i' m rested | |
i am more shot than you know | |
i hear and chase them off the rooftops and the walls | |
it feels like there' s something in the walls | |
no traffic in my eyes | |
it takes the pain away |