Song | Fatefully |
Artist | Hot Cross |
Album | Risk Revival |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Boland, Drudy, Smith, Werner | |
It seems such a waste to stand still | |
Remembering time kills us, watching stones. | |
Mantras repeated, never believed, | |
Lifetimes and lifetimes spent deceived. | |
We'll decide amongst ourselves where we'll hang when we've died. | |
Leave your flowers at the door, all manner of colors makes it easy to hide. | |
Pull this life apart. | |
Dissect each piece; | |
Microscopic metronome to collect the last rhythm and curious eyes | |
We beg to know fall | |
Warmly among us aglow with knowing. | |
Fly the fields to avoid the debts | |
We forget we are owing, | |
We forget that we are owing. | |
And I'll steal each breath, sputtered out. | |
As defiant words stain me, rearrange me. | |
And stamp me with doubt | |
**** off, **** off | |
Because I don't need you. | |
We'll decide amongst ourselves where we'll hang when we've died. | |
Leave your flowers at the door, the colors make it easy to hide. | |
You live through our minutes, divided yet shared. | |
We dwell on impermanence, we survive you, yet we are scared. | |
Pull this life apart with knowing. |
zuo qu : Boland, Drudy, Smith, Werner | |
It seems such a waste to stand still | |
Remembering time kills us, watching stones. | |
Mantras repeated, never believed, | |
Lifetimes and lifetimes spent deceived. | |
We' ll decide amongst ourselves where we' ll hang when we' ve died. | |
Leave your flowers at the door, all manner of colors makes it easy to hide. | |
Pull this life apart. | |
Dissect each piece | |
Microscopic metronome to collect the last rhythm and curious eyes | |
We beg to know fall | |
Warmly among us aglow with knowing. | |
Fly the fields to avoid the debts | |
We forget we are owing, | |
We forget that we are owing. | |
And I' ll steal each breath, sputtered out. | |
As defiant words stain me, rearrange me. | |
And stamp me with doubt | |
off, off | |
Because I don' t need you. | |
We' ll decide amongst ourselves where we' ll hang when we' ve died. | |
Leave your flowers at the door, the colors make it easy to hide. | |
You live through our minutes, divided yet shared. | |
We dwell on impermanence, we survive you, yet we are scared. | |
Pull this life apart with knowing. |
zuò qǔ : Boland, Drudy, Smith, Werner | |
It seems such a waste to stand still | |
Remembering time kills us, watching stones. | |
Mantras repeated, never believed, | |
Lifetimes and lifetimes spent deceived. | |
We' ll decide amongst ourselves where we' ll hang when we' ve died. | |
Leave your flowers at the door, all manner of colors makes it easy to hide. | |
Pull this life apart. | |
Dissect each piece | |
Microscopic metronome to collect the last rhythm and curious eyes | |
We beg to know fall | |
Warmly among us aglow with knowing. | |
Fly the fields to avoid the debts | |
We forget we are owing, | |
We forget that we are owing. | |
And I' ll steal each breath, sputtered out. | |
As defiant words stain me, rearrange me. | |
And stamp me with doubt | |
off, off | |
Because I don' t need you. | |
We' ll decide amongst ourselves where we' ll hang when we' ve died. | |
Leave your flowers at the door, the colors make it easy to hide. | |
You live through our minutes, divided yet shared. | |
We dwell on impermanence, we survive you, yet we are scared. | |
Pull this life apart with knowing. |