Song | Never Speak Again |
Artist | Strung Out |
Album | Exile In Oblivion |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cruz, Strung Out | |
This is the alter of my downfall | |
Symbol of this glorious demise | |
Well I'm in flames and getting deeper | |
Contact lost is no surprise | |
Sitting here alone | |
The silence heavier than me tonight | |
A lost soul is found and sold again | |
A broken stride reborn again | |
Here among these gilded pages | |
Now it's sanctuaries one last stand | |
To never have to speak again | |
To never say your name again | |
To never tell another lie | |
Live in the honesty of the eye | |
Create your own defence | |
And keep a secret tight | |
Tonight, there will be no sound | |
In golden silence we'll be found | |
To never have to say goodbye | |
When it hurts too much to just get by | |
Honesty will be a glance away | |
We're not far, don't say anything | |
When all the words of the poets lie meaningless | |
When all the trivial delusions all lose their place | |
In the arms of those who wonder why | |
Nothing really matters | |
Tonight all be no sound | |
In silence we'll be found | |
A little less exaggerated | |
Never say goodbye, | |
Never tell a lie, | |
Never come across so jaded, | |
Never curse your name again, | |
Never take the blame again, | |
To never get the last word, | |
Everytime we've got nothin' good to say. |
zuo qu : Cruz, Strung Out | |
This is the alter of my downfall | |
Symbol of this glorious demise | |
Well I' m in flames and getting deeper | |
Contact lost is no surprise | |
Sitting here alone | |
The silence heavier than me tonight | |
A lost soul is found and sold again | |
A broken stride reborn again | |
Here among these gilded pages | |
Now it' s sanctuaries one last stand | |
To never have to speak again | |
To never say your name again | |
To never tell another lie | |
Live in the honesty of the eye | |
Create your own defence | |
And keep a secret tight | |
Tonight, there will be no sound | |
In golden silence we' ll be found | |
To never have to say goodbye | |
When it hurts too much to just get by | |
Honesty will be a glance away | |
We' re not far, don' t say anything | |
When all the words of the poets lie meaningless | |
When all the trivial delusions all lose their place | |
In the arms of those who wonder why | |
Nothing really matters | |
Tonight all be no sound | |
In silence we' ll be found | |
A little less exaggerated | |
Never say goodbye, | |
Never tell a lie, | |
Never come across so jaded, | |
Never curse your name again, | |
Never take the blame again, | |
To never get the last word, | |
Everytime we' ve got nothin' good to say. |
zuò qǔ : Cruz, Strung Out | |
This is the alter of my downfall | |
Symbol of this glorious demise | |
Well I' m in flames and getting deeper | |
Contact lost is no surprise | |
Sitting here alone | |
The silence heavier than me tonight | |
A lost soul is found and sold again | |
A broken stride reborn again | |
Here among these gilded pages | |
Now it' s sanctuaries one last stand | |
To never have to speak again | |
To never say your name again | |
To never tell another lie | |
Live in the honesty of the eye | |
Create your own defence | |
And keep a secret tight | |
Tonight, there will be no sound | |
In golden silence we' ll be found | |
To never have to say goodbye | |
When it hurts too much to just get by | |
Honesty will be a glance away | |
We' re not far, don' t say anything | |
When all the words of the poets lie meaningless | |
When all the trivial delusions all lose their place | |
In the arms of those who wonder why | |
Nothing really matters | |
Tonight all be no sound | |
In silence we' ll be found | |
A little less exaggerated | |
Never say goodbye, | |
Never tell a lie, | |
Never come across so jaded, | |
Never curse your name again, | |
Never take the blame again, | |
To never get the last word, | |
Everytime we' ve got nothin' good to say. |