Song | Glory - Acoustic |
Artist | Radical Face |
Album | Touch The Sky |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cooper | |
I was born when they took my name | |
When the world turned wicked, when I joined their game | |
But I turned and fought them | |
Like you always knew I'd do | |
I sat and dreamed at the foot of your bed | |
You split my skull and reached inside my head | |
And pulled out the pictures I'd been wishing I'd forget | |
And you stitched me up then | |
And wiped the blood from off my chin | |
Now I sit on the rooftop's edge | |
The muddy street beneath my swollen head | |
Trying to forget you | |
To believe we've never met | |
And the sky is wrecked, full of rotting clouds | |
From chimney mouths spewing smoke around | |
And I can't stop coughing | |
My lungs just won't calm down | |
But still I keep grinning | |
As the blood from my face stains the ground | |
A bird, caught in the wires | |
Bleating for help I can't provide, I'm not that big | |
I hope for the best but nothing changes, I'm sorry | |
But I was blessed with bad eyes | |
There's a lot that I miss but I don't mind, I'm not that old | |
I'll find out what broke me soon enough |
zuo qu : Cooper | |
I was born when they took my name | |
When the world turned wicked, when I joined their game | |
But I turned and fought them | |
Like you always knew I' d do | |
I sat and dreamed at the foot of your bed | |
You split my skull and reached inside my head | |
And pulled out the pictures I' d been wishing I' d forget | |
And you stitched me up then | |
And wiped the blood from off my chin | |
Now I sit on the rooftop' s edge | |
The muddy street beneath my swollen head | |
Trying to forget you | |
To believe we' ve never met | |
And the sky is wrecked, full of rotting clouds | |
From chimney mouths spewing smoke around | |
And I can' t stop coughing | |
My lungs just won' t calm down | |
But still I keep grinning | |
As the blood from my face stains the ground | |
A bird, caught in the wires | |
Bleating for help I can' t provide, I' m not that big | |
I hope for the best but nothing changes, I' m sorry | |
But I was blessed with bad eyes | |
There' s a lot that I miss but I don' t mind, I' m not that old | |
I' ll find out what broke me soon enough |
zuò qǔ : Cooper | |
I was born when they took my name | |
When the world turned wicked, when I joined their game | |
But I turned and fought them | |
Like you always knew I' d do | |
I sat and dreamed at the foot of your bed | |
You split my skull and reached inside my head | |
And pulled out the pictures I' d been wishing I' d forget | |
And you stitched me up then | |
And wiped the blood from off my chin | |
Now I sit on the rooftop' s edge | |
The muddy street beneath my swollen head | |
Trying to forget you | |
To believe we' ve never met | |
And the sky is wrecked, full of rotting clouds | |
From chimney mouths spewing smoke around | |
And I can' t stop coughing | |
My lungs just won' t calm down | |
But still I keep grinning | |
As the blood from my face stains the ground | |
A bird, caught in the wires | |
Bleating for help I can' t provide, I' m not that big | |
I hope for the best but nothing changes, I' m sorry | |
But I was blessed with bad eyes | |
There' s a lot that I miss but I don' t mind, I' m not that old | |
I' ll find out what broke me soon enough |