Song | Bled Out In Black And White |
Artist | It Dies Today |
Album | Lividity |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : It Dies Today, Wood | |
To all that's safe | |
Our memories | |
Our justified angst | |
So consumed, with no escape | |
Just time to wait | |
Bury our distress to console | |
Isolated… | |
We let out our self-denial | |
A faint memory of a fall left black | |
Only three words left to say | |
"I fail you" | |
I'll pay my respects with what I have left | |
We're so close to home, yet we're falling apart at the seams | |
And memories guiding us to sleep | |
Call your name… | |
It's been so long | |
It falls on deaf ears | |
Tragic failed attempt at re–demp–tion | |
Photographs discarded, re-emerge | |
Only to throw me deeper still… | |
Into remorse and regress, two years ago | |
And these familiar places are becoming foreign | |
A faint memory of a fall left black | |
Only three words left to say | |
"I fail you" | |
I'll pay my respects with what I have left | |
We're so close to home, yet we're falling apart at the seams | |
And memories guiding us to sleep | |
Nothing is safe | |
Not memories or visions of you | |
So confused, with no escape | |
Only three words left to say | |
"I fail you" | |
I'll pay my respects with what I have left | |
We're so close to home, yet we're falling apart at the seams | |
And memories guiding us to sleep | |
Guiding us to sleep… |
zuo qu : It Dies Today, Wood | |
To all that' s safe | |
Our memories | |
Our justified angst | |
So consumed, with no escape | |
Just time to wait | |
Bury our distress to console | |
Isolated | |
We let out our selfdenial | |
A faint memory of a fall left black | |
Only three words left to say | |
" I fail you" | |
I' ll pay my respects with what I have left | |
We' re so close to home, yet we' re falling apart at the seams | |
And memories guiding us to sleep | |
Call your name | |
It' s been so long | |
It falls on deaf ears | |
Tragic failed attempt at re demp tion | |
Photographs discarded, reemerge | |
Only to throw me deeper still | |
Into remorse and regress, two years ago | |
And these familiar places are becoming foreign | |
A faint memory of a fall left black | |
Only three words left to say | |
" I fail you" | |
I' ll pay my respects with what I have left | |
We' re so close to home, yet we' re falling apart at the seams | |
And memories guiding us to sleep | |
Nothing is safe | |
Not memories or visions of you | |
So confused, with no escape | |
Only three words left to say | |
" I fail you" | |
I' ll pay my respects with what I have left | |
We' re so close to home, yet we' re falling apart at the seams | |
And memories guiding us to sleep | |
Guiding us to sleep |
zuò qǔ : It Dies Today, Wood | |
To all that' s safe | |
Our memories | |
Our justified angst | |
So consumed, with no escape | |
Just time to wait | |
Bury our distress to console | |
Isolated | |
We let out our selfdenial | |
A faint memory of a fall left black | |
Only three words left to say | |
" I fail you" | |
I' ll pay my respects with what I have left | |
We' re so close to home, yet we' re falling apart at the seams | |
And memories guiding us to sleep | |
Call your name | |
It' s been so long | |
It falls on deaf ears | |
Tragic failed attempt at re demp tion | |
Photographs discarded, reemerge | |
Only to throw me deeper still | |
Into remorse and regress, two years ago | |
And these familiar places are becoming foreign | |
A faint memory of a fall left black | |
Only three words left to say | |
" I fail you" | |
I' ll pay my respects with what I have left | |
We' re so close to home, yet we' re falling apart at the seams | |
And memories guiding us to sleep | |
Nothing is safe | |
Not memories or visions of you | |
So confused, with no escape | |
Only three words left to say | |
" I fail you" | |
I' ll pay my respects with what I have left | |
We' re so close to home, yet we' re falling apart at the seams | |
And memories guiding us to sleep | |
Guiding us to sleep |