| 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 |