Song | Lighting Myself on Fire |
Artist | Jukebox the Ghost |
Album | Let Live and Let Ghosts |
作曲 : Jukebox The Ghost | |
..When you hold yourself to me. | |
I think I'll go down in flames | |
Wouldn't ask you to join me | |
Cuz that would be insane, it you could warm your hands, | |
Yeah and stake out your place right here next to me. | |
They will come from miles away, | |
Cuz it's cold outside | |
And they need a place to rub on their hands and feet. | |
What better time and place than here? | |
Cuz you've become a fire in me | |
Ever since you turned eighteen girl | |
And then you said that love was, | |
Just some sort of passing thing. | |
You've become a fire in me | |
Ever since you turned eighteen, | |
And the cold ain't so cold | |
When you hold yourself to me. | |
They will come from miles away, | |
In your honor. | |
In their Sunday best of sleeveless shirts and winter coats. | |
Oh they've been waiting for this for years! | |
You can see it in their eyes, | |
There's a fire there. | |
But it's not that | |
I'm on fire but it's deep inside. | |
They jump into the peppered sky. | |
Cuz you've become a fire in me | |
Ever since you turned eighteen girl | |
And then you said that love was, | |
Just some sort of passing thing. | |
You've become a fire in me | |
Ever since you turned eighteen, | |
And the cold ain't so cold | |
When you hold yourself to me. | |
You, you can see it in their eyes. | |
They're afraid that they'll catch fire. | |
They're filled, they're filled with gasoline. | |
Because it's what my heart desires. | |
All these little birds, are chirping in their homes. | |
Twenty feet above us they're where all footprints are heard. | |
You're wearing it down, you know when you walk like that. | |
We're not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs. | |
And you're wearing it down, you know when you walk like that. | |
We're not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs. | |
Yeah you're wearing it down, you know when you walk like that. | |
We're not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs. |
zuò qǔ : Jukebox The Ghost | |
.. When you hold yourself to me. | |
I think I' ll go down in flames | |
Wouldn' t ask you to join me | |
Cuz that would be insane, it you could warm your hands, | |
Yeah and stake out your place right here next to me. | |
They will come from miles away, | |
Cuz it' s cold outside | |
And they need a place to rub on their hands and feet. | |
What better time and place than here? | |
Cuz you' ve become a fire in me | |
Ever since you turned eighteen girl | |
And then you said that love was, | |
Just some sort of passing thing. | |
You' ve become a fire in me | |
Ever since you turned eighteen, | |
And the cold ain' t so cold | |
When you hold yourself to me. | |
They will come from miles away, | |
In your honor. | |
In their Sunday best of sleeveless shirts and winter coats. | |
Oh they' ve been waiting for this for years! | |
You can see it in their eyes, | |
There' s a fire there. | |
But it' s not that | |
I' m on fire but it' s deep inside. | |
They jump into the peppered sky. | |
Cuz you' ve become a fire in me | |
Ever since you turned eighteen girl | |
And then you said that love was, | |
Just some sort of passing thing. | |
You' ve become a fire in me | |
Ever since you turned eighteen, | |
And the cold ain' t so cold | |
When you hold yourself to me. | |
You, you can see it in their eyes. | |
They' re afraid that they' ll catch fire. | |
They' re filled, they' re filled with gasoline. | |
Because it' s what my heart desires. | |
All these little birds, are chirping in their homes. | |
Twenty feet above us they' re where all footprints are heard. | |
You' re wearing it down, you know when you walk like that. | |
We' re not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs. | |
And you' re wearing it down, you know when you walk like that. | |
We' re not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs. | |
Yeah you' re wearing it down, you know when you walk like that. | |
We' re not supposed to carry ourselves in the smalls of our backs. |