Song | The Good That Won't Come Out |
Artist | Rilo Kiley |
Album | The Execution Of All Things |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lewis, Sennett | |
Let's get together and talk about the modern age. | |
All of our friends were gathered there with their pets | |
just talking shit about how we're all so upset about the disappearing ground. | |
As we watch it melt.... | |
It's all of the good that won't come out of us | |
and how eventually our hands will just turn to dust, | |
if we keep shaking them. | |
Standing here on this frozen lake. | |
I do this thing where I think I'm real sick | |
but I won't go to the doctor to find out about it | |
Cause they make you stay real still in a real small space | |
As they chart up your insides and put them on display. | |
They'd see all of it, all of me, all of it. | |
All the good that won't come out of me | |
and all the stupid lies I hide behind. | |
It's such a big mistake | |
lying here in your warm embrace. | |
Oh, you're almost home. | |
I've been waiting for you to come in. | |
Dancing around in your old suits going crazy in your room again. | |
I think I'll go out an embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in | |
the street. | |
You say I choose sadness | |
that it never once has chosen me. | |
Maybe you're right... | |
Let's talk about all of our friends who lost the war | |
And all of the novels that had yet to be written about them. | |
It's all the good that won't come out of them | |
and all the stupid lies they hide behind. | |
It's such a big mistake | |
Standing here on this frozen lake. | |
It's all of the good that won't come out of me | |
And how eventually my mouth will just turn to dust | |
If I don't tell you quick. | |
Standing here on this frozen lake. |
zuo qu : Lewis, Sennett | |
Let' s get together and talk about the modern age. | |
All of our friends were gathered there with their pets | |
just talking shit about how we' re all so upset about the disappearing ground. | |
As we watch it melt.... | |
It' s all of the good that won' t come out of us | |
and how eventually our hands will just turn to dust, | |
if we keep shaking them. | |
Standing here on this frozen lake. | |
I do this thing where I think I' m real sick | |
but I won' t go to the doctor to find out about it | |
Cause they make you stay real still in a real small space | |
As they chart up your insides and put them on display. | |
They' d see all of it, all of me, all of it. | |
All the good that won' t come out of me | |
and all the stupid lies I hide behind. | |
It' s such a big mistake | |
lying here in your warm embrace. | |
Oh, you' re almost home. | |
I' ve been waiting for you to come in. | |
Dancing around in your old suits going crazy in your room again. | |
I think I' ll go out an embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in | |
the street. | |
You say I choose sadness | |
that it never once has chosen me. | |
Maybe you' re right... | |
Let' s talk about all of our friends who lost the war | |
And all of the novels that had yet to be written about them. | |
It' s all the good that won' t come out of them | |
and all the stupid lies they hide behind. | |
It' s such a big mistake | |
Standing here on this frozen lake. | |
It' s all of the good that won' t come out of me | |
And how eventually my mouth will just turn to dust | |
If I don' t tell you quick. | |
Standing here on this frozen lake. |
zuò qǔ : Lewis, Sennett | |
Let' s get together and talk about the modern age. | |
All of our friends were gathered there with their pets | |
just talking shit about how we' re all so upset about the disappearing ground. | |
As we watch it melt.... | |
It' s all of the good that won' t come out of us | |
and how eventually our hands will just turn to dust, | |
if we keep shaking them. | |
Standing here on this frozen lake. | |
I do this thing where I think I' m real sick | |
but I won' t go to the doctor to find out about it | |
Cause they make you stay real still in a real small space | |
As they chart up your insides and put them on display. | |
They' d see all of it, all of me, all of it. | |
All the good that won' t come out of me | |
and all the stupid lies I hide behind. | |
It' s such a big mistake | |
lying here in your warm embrace. | |
Oh, you' re almost home. | |
I' ve been waiting for you to come in. | |
Dancing around in your old suits going crazy in your room again. | |
I think I' ll go out an embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in | |
the street. | |
You say I choose sadness | |
that it never once has chosen me. | |
Maybe you' re right... | |
Let' s talk about all of our friends who lost the war | |
And all of the novels that had yet to be written about them. | |
It' s all the good that won' t come out of them | |
and all the stupid lies they hide behind. | |
It' s such a big mistake | |
Standing here on this frozen lake. | |
It' s all of the good that won' t come out of me | |
And how eventually my mouth will just turn to dust | |
If I don' t tell you quick. | |
Standing here on this frozen lake. |