Song | Bullets In The Fire |
Artist | Rusted Root |
Album | Remember |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Glabicki, Rusted Root | |
When I was young | |
I threw bullets in the fire, believe me when | |
I tell this truth, but now those days are gone, lights have passed me by, | |
I can’t disguise the way | |
I feel, I feel, | |
I feel, ... feel... feel... in the tomb | |
I held my bloom, in this tomb | |
I hold my bloom, into this open flame but now those days are gone, | |
I’ve learned to change my name, into this open flame | |
Cause there’s bullets in the fire, | |
I believe | |
I lost my head will you ever know what was sent down before those things went crazy, is everything | |
I ever thought it would be, as the puppets in my head have turned into hoods, well please bring the rain, bring the rain, rain... | |
Hold me touch me baby as | |
I thank you, you | |
Cause now those days are gone, lights have passed me by. | |
My days were long taking shelter from the sky, & there’s a pulpit in my head that’s turned into a garden waiting for her lonely cry, cry... | |
Cause there’s bullets in the fire, | |
I believe | |
I lost my head will you ever know what was sent down before those things went... | |
And here’s my gods, long before my head had turned to the blue sky speaking words | |
Reasons why, all my time was spent making wine to bait the drunk | |
I’d have to find now... now... now... | |
Wake up your memory’s choking | |
Wake up your hand’s have forgotten - you, | |
Wake up your wings have been tied too long, too long | |
Wake up it’s time to go, | |
Well it’s time to go… (c) 2002 | |
Island Def | |
Jam Music | |
Group |
zuo ci : Glabicki, Rusted Root | |
When I was young | |
I threw bullets in the fire, believe me when | |
I tell this truth, but now those days are gone, lights have passed me by, | |
I can' t disguise the way | |
I feel, I feel, | |
I feel, ... feel... feel... in the tomb | |
I held my bloom, in this tomb | |
I hold my bloom, into this open flame but now those days are gone, | |
I' ve learned to change my name, into this open flame | |
Cause there' s bullets in the fire, | |
I believe | |
I lost my head will you ever know what was sent down before those things went crazy, is everything | |
I ever thought it would be, as the puppets in my head have turned into hoods, well please bring the rain, bring the rain, rain... | |
Hold me touch me baby as | |
I thank you, you | |
Cause now those days are gone, lights have passed me by. | |
My days were long taking shelter from the sky, there' s a pulpit in my head that' s turned into a garden waiting for her lonely cry, cry... | |
Cause there' s bullets in the fire, | |
I believe | |
I lost my head will you ever know what was sent down before those things went... | |
And here' s my gods, long before my head had turned to the blue sky speaking words | |
Reasons why, all my time was spent making wine to bait the drunk | |
I' d have to find now... now... now... | |
Wake up your memory' s choking | |
Wake up your hand' s have forgotten you, | |
Wake up your wings have been tied too long, too long | |
Wake up it' s time to go, | |
Well it' s time to go c 2002 | |
Island Def | |
Jam Music | |
Group |
zuò cí : Glabicki, Rusted Root | |
When I was young | |
I threw bullets in the fire, believe me when | |
I tell this truth, but now those days are gone, lights have passed me by, | |
I can' t disguise the way | |
I feel, I feel, | |
I feel, ... feel... feel... in the tomb | |
I held my bloom, in this tomb | |
I hold my bloom, into this open flame but now those days are gone, | |
I' ve learned to change my name, into this open flame | |
Cause there' s bullets in the fire, | |
I believe | |
I lost my head will you ever know what was sent down before those things went crazy, is everything | |
I ever thought it would be, as the puppets in my head have turned into hoods, well please bring the rain, bring the rain, rain... | |
Hold me touch me baby as | |
I thank you, you | |
Cause now those days are gone, lights have passed me by. | |
My days were long taking shelter from the sky, there' s a pulpit in my head that' s turned into a garden waiting for her lonely cry, cry... | |
Cause there' s bullets in the fire, | |
I believe | |
I lost my head will you ever know what was sent down before those things went... | |
And here' s my gods, long before my head had turned to the blue sky speaking words | |
Reasons why, all my time was spent making wine to bait the drunk | |
I' d have to find now... now... now... | |
Wake up your memory' s choking | |
Wake up your hand' s have forgotten you, | |
Wake up your wings have been tied too long, too long | |
Wake up it' s time to go, | |
Well it' s time to go c 2002 | |
Island Def | |
Jam Music | |
Group |