Song | Exits And Trails |
Artist | Hot Cross |
Album | Risk Revival |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Boland, Drudy, Smith, Werner | |
Forget my name, forget my number | |
Please pass on invitations that never should have came | |
You're that memory I never meant to birth | |
You're that last memory | |
Sharp features pollute a worthy face | |
Disgraceful disaster, miserble results disasterful for now and after | |
You're that memory I never meant to birth | |
One more word alone and I'll grind down to the bone | |
The lines up and down tell our tales | |
Blades meant to leave exits and trails | |
And you tell me you have no idea that you have | |
No reason, no way of knowing | |
Whether one last season is coming or going | |
I liked you more before I knew who you were | |
Refine complex talk pared down to its essential end | |
Forgive you not, never to feel this, never to mend | |
Chances I never take expose the smiles | |
That make my spirit shake | |
I may need that exit on second thought | |
I never asked your opinions | |
Or meant to sell all half-truths you bought | |
Feel me, why won't you want me ? | |
When will you need me ? | |
I wish you'd forget me |
zuo qu : Boland, Drudy, Smith, Werner | |
Forget my name, forget my number | |
Please pass on invitations that never should have came | |
You' re that memory I never meant to birth | |
You' re that last memory | |
Sharp features pollute a worthy face | |
Disgraceful disaster, miserble results disasterful for now and after | |
You' re that memory I never meant to birth | |
One more word alone and I' ll grind down to the bone | |
The lines up and down tell our tales | |
Blades meant to leave exits and trails | |
And you tell me you have no idea that you have | |
No reason, no way of knowing | |
Whether one last season is coming or going | |
I liked you more before I knew who you were | |
Refine complex talk pared down to its essential end | |
Forgive you not, never to feel this, never to mend | |
Chances I never take expose the smiles | |
That make my spirit shake | |
I may need that exit on second thought | |
I never asked your opinions | |
Or meant to sell all halftruths you bought | |
Feel me, why won' t you want me nbsp? | |
When will you need me nbsp? | |
I wish you' d forget me |
zuò qǔ : Boland, Drudy, Smith, Werner | |
Forget my name, forget my number | |
Please pass on invitations that never should have came | |
You' re that memory I never meant to birth | |
You' re that last memory | |
Sharp features pollute a worthy face | |
Disgraceful disaster, miserble results disasterful for now and after | |
You' re that memory I never meant to birth | |
One more word alone and I' ll grind down to the bone | |
The lines up and down tell our tales | |
Blades meant to leave exits and trails | |
And you tell me you have no idea that you have | |
No reason, no way of knowing | |
Whether one last season is coming or going | |
I liked you more before I knew who you were | |
Refine complex talk pared down to its essential end | |
Forgive you not, never to feel this, never to mend | |
Chances I never take expose the smiles | |
That make my spirit shake | |
I may need that exit on second thought | |
I never asked your opinions | |
Or meant to sell all halftruths you bought | |
Feel me, why won' t you want me nbsp? | |
When will you need me nbsp? | |
I wish you' d forget me |