| Song | Cinema Stare |
| Artist | Knapsack |
| Album | This Conversation Is Ending Starting Right Now |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Knapsack | |
| Tangling up at the foot of your bed | |
| Wonder who's next both went ahead | |
| She swears the passion is past me | |
| She will outlast me | |
| The try to look bored | |
| Well fall on the length of the sword | |
| She's falling faster I cannot ask her | |
| So to bed all can decree | |
| Holding your breath, afraid to breathe | |
| This is the last time | |
| Cinema stare and their hands | |
| Tangle up in the cinnamon hair | |
| And the freeze I cannot let go | |
| They can't afford but it picks up | |
| His clothes from the floor | |
| And he leaves and this will let her know | |
| Find a way so they can believe | |
| Breaking their hearts they wear on their sleeve | |
| But you will not break mine | |
| There's no darkness in the dark for them | |
| There were chances for the ball to end | |
| So to bed all can decree | |
| Holding your breath, afraid to breathe | |
| This is the last time | |
| Fall to waste they can believe | |
| Breaking their hearts they wear on their sleeve | |
| But you will not break mine |
| zuo ci : Knapsack | |
| Tangling up at the foot of your bed | |
| Wonder who' s next both went ahead | |
| She swears the passion is past me | |
| She will outlast me | |
| The try to look bored | |
| Well fall on the length of the sword | |
| She' s falling faster I cannot ask her | |
| So to bed all can decree | |
| Holding your breath, afraid to breathe | |
| This is the last time | |
| Cinema stare and their hands | |
| Tangle up in the cinnamon hair | |
| And the freeze I cannot let go | |
| They can' t afford but it picks up | |
| His clothes from the floor | |
| And he leaves and this will let her know | |
| Find a way so they can believe | |
| Breaking their hearts they wear on their sleeve | |
| But you will not break mine | |
| There' s no darkness in the dark for them | |
| There were chances for the ball to end | |
| So to bed all can decree | |
| Holding your breath, afraid to breathe | |
| This is the last time | |
| Fall to waste they can believe | |
| Breaking their hearts they wear on their sleeve | |
| But you will not break mine |
| zuò cí : Knapsack | |
| Tangling up at the foot of your bed | |
| Wonder who' s next both went ahead | |
| She swears the passion is past me | |
| She will outlast me | |
| The try to look bored | |
| Well fall on the length of the sword | |
| She' s falling faster I cannot ask her | |
| So to bed all can decree | |
| Holding your breath, afraid to breathe | |
| This is the last time | |
| Cinema stare and their hands | |
| Tangle up in the cinnamon hair | |
| And the freeze I cannot let go | |
| They can' t afford but it picks up | |
| His clothes from the floor | |
| And he leaves and this will let her know | |
| Find a way so they can believe | |
| Breaking their hearts they wear on their sleeve | |
| But you will not break mine | |
| There' s no darkness in the dark for them | |
| There were chances for the ball to end | |
| So to bed all can decree | |
| Holding your breath, afraid to breathe | |
| This is the last time | |
| Fall to waste they can believe | |
| Breaking their hearts they wear on their sleeve | |
| But you will not break mine |