Song | Borrowed Theme |
Artist | Kaskade |
Album | Strobelite Seduction |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bjarson, Hancock, Raddon ... | |
I used to shine the perfect borrowed light | |
It wasn't mine and it was taking over night | |
Shame traces the edges of your face | |
Fully lit, independent of this place | |
Old enough to see | |
How diamond wedding rings | |
Has counterfeited things | |
I've been borrowed | |
Shame on me | |
My muse is gone, forsaken of the theme | |
No motto now--no cradle, no dream | |
Bathed with a soft, embezzled light | |
Six feet below an idealistic love | |
But I still want these things | |
Flighted childhood dreams | |
As foolish as they seem | |
I've been taken | |
Shame on me | |
I used to shine | |
It wasn't mine | |
Shame, shame, shame | |
Fully lit | |
Now only sweet little wishful things | |
Are bound and gagged, tied up in different strings | |
No living castles up in the sky | |
Following unbothered clouds go by | |
And I've been taken | |
Shame on me | |
But I still want these things | |
Flighted childhood dreams | |
As foolish as they seem | |
I've been taken | |
Shame on me |
zuo qu : Bjarson, Hancock, Raddon ... | |
I used to shine the perfect borrowed light | |
It wasn' t mine and it was taking over night | |
Shame traces the edges of your face | |
Fully lit, independent of this place | |
Old enough to see | |
How diamond wedding rings | |
Has counterfeited things | |
I' ve been borrowed | |
Shame on me | |
My muse is gone, forsaken of the theme | |
No motto nowno cradle, no dream | |
Bathed with a soft, embezzled light | |
Six feet below an idealistic love | |
But I still want these things | |
Flighted childhood dreams | |
As foolish as they seem | |
I' ve been taken | |
Shame on me | |
I used to shine | |
It wasn' t mine | |
Shame, shame, shame | |
Fully lit | |
Now only sweet little wishful things | |
Are bound and gagged, tied up in different strings | |
No living castles up in the sky | |
Following unbothered clouds go by | |
And I' ve been taken | |
Shame on me | |
But I still want these things | |
Flighted childhood dreams | |
As foolish as they seem | |
I' ve been taken | |
Shame on me |
zuò qǔ : Bjarson, Hancock, Raddon ... | |
I used to shine the perfect borrowed light | |
It wasn' t mine and it was taking over night | |
Shame traces the edges of your face | |
Fully lit, independent of this place | |
Old enough to see | |
How diamond wedding rings | |
Has counterfeited things | |
I' ve been borrowed | |
Shame on me | |
My muse is gone, forsaken of the theme | |
No motto nowno cradle, no dream | |
Bathed with a soft, embezzled light | |
Six feet below an idealistic love | |
But I still want these things | |
Flighted childhood dreams | |
As foolish as they seem | |
I' ve been taken | |
Shame on me | |
I used to shine | |
It wasn' t mine | |
Shame, shame, shame | |
Fully lit | |
Now only sweet little wishful things | |
Are bound and gagged, tied up in different strings | |
No living castles up in the sky | |
Following unbothered clouds go by | |
And I' ve been taken | |
Shame on me | |
But I still want these things | |
Flighted childhood dreams | |
As foolish as they seem | |
I' ve been taken | |
Shame on me |