Song | Got None |
Artist | Robert Post |
Album | Robert Post |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Aaserud, Buene, Post | |
When I was a little boy I used to wonder | |
Just how old you'd have to be to feel good | |
Now I've seen a thousand girls but I still wonder | |
Cause they just don't make sense to me | |
God knows I've tried | |
I've tried to be the unpredictable one | |
I've tried to be the friend that they could rely on | |
I've still got none | |
Got nothing at all | |
And so I fall into the open | |
Just singing out your name | |
And when I'm done, crashed and maimed | |
I hope that's where you'll find me | |
You know that if it's up to me I'll still be holding | |
My own hand the day I die | |
So please release me now | |
I've tried to be the mean mysterious one | |
I've tried to be the sweetest candy you'd suck on | |
I've still got none | |
Got nothing at all | |
And so I fall into the open | |
Just singing out your name | |
And when I'm done, crashed and maimed | |
I hope that's where you'll find me | |
And it's a good day for being found | |
Just crawling in the dirt with my head underground | |
And it's a good day for you to come | |
Collecting all the pieces of the damage done | |
And after all the bandages are gone | |
I hope you'll find a favorite part you can work on | |
Cause I've got none | |
Got nothing at all | |
And so I fall into the open | |
Just singing out your name | |
And when I'm done, crashed and maimed | |
I hope that's where you'll find m |
zuo qu : Aaserud, Buene, Post | |
When I was a little boy I used to wonder | |
Just how old you' d have to be to feel good | |
Now I' ve seen a thousand girls but I still wonder | |
Cause they just don' t make sense to me | |
God knows I' ve tried | |
I' ve tried to be the unpredictable one | |
I' ve tried to be the friend that they could rely on | |
I' ve still got none | |
Got nothing at all | |
And so I fall into the open | |
Just singing out your name | |
And when I' m done, crashed and maimed | |
I hope that' s where you' ll find me | |
You know that if it' s up to me I' ll still be holding | |
My own hand the day I die | |
So please release me now | |
I' ve tried to be the mean mysterious one | |
I' ve tried to be the sweetest candy you' d suck on | |
I' ve still got none | |
Got nothing at all | |
And so I fall into the open | |
Just singing out your name | |
And when I' m done, crashed and maimed | |
I hope that' s where you' ll find me | |
And it' s a good day for being found | |
Just crawling in the dirt with my head underground | |
And it' s a good day for you to come | |
Collecting all the pieces of the damage done | |
And after all the bandages are gone | |
I hope you' ll find a favorite part you can work on | |
Cause I' ve got none | |
Got nothing at all | |
And so I fall into the open | |
Just singing out your name | |
And when I' m done, crashed and maimed | |
I hope that' s where you' ll find m |
zuò qǔ : Aaserud, Buene, Post | |
When I was a little boy I used to wonder | |
Just how old you' d have to be to feel good | |
Now I' ve seen a thousand girls but I still wonder | |
Cause they just don' t make sense to me | |
God knows I' ve tried | |
I' ve tried to be the unpredictable one | |
I' ve tried to be the friend that they could rely on | |
I' ve still got none | |
Got nothing at all | |
And so I fall into the open | |
Just singing out your name | |
And when I' m done, crashed and maimed | |
I hope that' s where you' ll find me | |
You know that if it' s up to me I' ll still be holding | |
My own hand the day I die | |
So please release me now | |
I' ve tried to be the mean mysterious one | |
I' ve tried to be the sweetest candy you' d suck on | |
I' ve still got none | |
Got nothing at all | |
And so I fall into the open | |
Just singing out your name | |
And when I' m done, crashed and maimed | |
I hope that' s where you' ll find me | |
And it' s a good day for being found | |
Just crawling in the dirt with my head underground | |
And it' s a good day for you to come | |
Collecting all the pieces of the damage done | |
And after all the bandages are gone | |
I hope you' ll find a favorite part you can work on | |
Cause I' ve got none | |
Got nothing at all | |
And so I fall into the open | |
Just singing out your name | |
And when I' m done, crashed and maimed | |
I hope that' s where you' ll find m |