Song | We Are the Few |
Artist | Streetlight Manifesto |
Album | Everything Goes Numb |
作曲 : Kalnoky | |
Dear Mr. Geppetto, | |
I hope this finds you well. | |
I wrote you this letter, | |
'Cause we miss you here in hell. | |
Wel, l know I know it's hard when you don't know what to think | |
And every single smile us a foil and you're waking up, | |
You might try but you won't get by | |
Until you're crucified for all the things you try to do. | |
Well, I don't care if you sink or swim, | |
And I don't care how you hold it in | |
As long as you don't bother me with all the things I don't bother you with. | |
And nine times out of ten you might be right, | |
But what about that time you know you're wrong? | |
You sing that same song | |
And everybody smiles, but they'll never get along. | |
I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying to let go, | |
But everybody's going down tonight. | |
We are the few that won't say nothing right, | |
We are the footsteps fading into the night. | |
Nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction and I say: | |
I never wanted this, no one ever wanted this, | |
But they gave it to you so you might as well be proud of it. | |
I don't know where we went wrong, | |
All I know is I got to do something right. | |
So come clean, | |
No one should have to live with the things you've seen | |
But you're living anyway. | |
Well, stop the car and put her in park, | |
And I step outside, God, I hate this part, | |
When I see what I saw, what I thought was a life that was more | |
Than a chore and just doing what I need to get by. | |
I don't care if you leave or stay, | |
But you might as well split | |
Because it's not the same as it was | |
When you said our last goodbye. | |
And if you want the truth: I was hoping one of us would pass away, | |
Because it'd be much easier then, | |
We would all get together and think about when | |
We were young, we were dumb, we were numb but in love, | |
And I'm done, so I'm sending out this letter today. | |
I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying to let go, | |
But everybody's going down tonight. | |
We are the few that won't say nothing right, | |
We are the footsteps fading into the night. | |
Nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction and I say: | |
I never wanted this, no one ever wanted this, | |
But they gave it to you so you might as well be proud of it. | |
I don't know where we went wrong, | |
All I know is I got to do something right. | |
This has been the best night of my life. | |
This has been the best night of my life. | |
I could have lost my life, | |
And I would have lost my mind | |
But now I'm fine. | |
And I find | |
That this has been the best night of my life. | |
This has been the best night of my life, | |
I still can't believe they had the heart to apologize. | |
This has been the best night of my life, | |
I still can't believe they had the heart to apologize. | |
I could have lost my life, | |
And I would have lost my mind | |
But now I'm fine. | |
And I find | |
That this has been the best night of my life. | |
And as the day fades | |
No one investigates, | |
Nobody answers when she calls his name. | |
Another victim, somewhere in a shallow grave. | |
I want to hold her and tell her: "it's not your fault". | |
And as the day fades | |
No one investigates | |
Nobody answers as she calls his name. | |
Another victim, somewhere in a shallow grave, | |
I want to hold her and tell her: "it's not your fault". | |
It's not your fault. | |
We are the few that won't say nothing right, | |
We are the footsteps fading into the night. | |
Nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction and I say: | |
I never wanted this, no one ever wanted this, | |
But they gave it to you so you might as well be proud of it. | |
I don't know where we went wrong, | |
All I know is I got to do something right. | |
We are the few that won't say nothing right, | |
We are the footsteps fading into the night. | |
Nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction and I say: | |
I never wanted this, no one ever wanted this, | |
But they gave it to me so I might as well be proud of it. | |
And I know I've done something wrong, | |
All I know is I gotta do something right. |
zuò qǔ : Kalnoky | |
Dear Mr. Geppetto, | |
I hope this finds you well. | |
I wrote you this letter, | |
' Cause we miss you here in hell. | |
Wel, l know I know it' s hard when you don' t know what to think | |
And every single smile us a foil and you' re waking up, | |
You might try but you won' t get by | |
Until you' re crucified for all the things you try to do. | |
Well, I don' t care if you sink or swim, | |
And I don' t care how you hold it in | |
As long as you don' t bother me with all the things I don' t bother you with. | |
And nine times out of ten you might be right, | |
But what about that time you know you' re wrong? | |
You sing that same song | |
And everybody smiles, but they' ll never get along. | |
I' m trying and I' m trying and I' m trying and I' m trying to let go, | |
But everybody' s going down tonight. | |
We are the few that won' t say nothing right, | |
We are the footsteps fading into the night. | |
Nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction and I say: | |
I never wanted this, no one ever wanted this, | |
But they gave it to you so you might as well be proud of it. | |
I don' t know where we went wrong, | |
All I know is I got to do something right. | |
So come clean, | |
No one should have to live with the things you' ve seen | |
But you' re living anyway. | |
Well, stop the car and put her in park, | |
And I step outside, God, I hate this part, | |
When I see what I saw, what I thought was a life that was more | |
Than a chore and just doing what I need to get by. | |
I don' t care if you leave or stay, | |
But you might as well split | |
Because it' s not the same as it was | |
When you said our last goodbye. | |
And if you want the truth: I was hoping one of us would pass away, | |
Because it' d be much easier then, | |
We would all get together and think about when | |
We were young, we were dumb, we were numb but in love, | |
And I' m done, so I' m sending out this letter today. | |
I' m trying and I' m trying and I' m trying and I' m trying to let go, | |
But everybody' s going down tonight. | |
We are the few that won' t say nothing right, | |
We are the footsteps fading into the night. | |
Nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction and I say: | |
I never wanted this, no one ever wanted this, | |
But they gave it to you so you might as well be proud of it. | |
I don' t know where we went wrong, | |
All I know is I got to do something right. | |
This has been the best night of my life. | |
This has been the best night of my life. | |
I could have lost my life, | |
And I would have lost my mind | |
But now I' m fine. | |
And I find | |
That this has been the best night of my life. | |
This has been the best night of my life, | |
I still can' t believe they had the heart to apologize. | |
This has been the best night of my life, | |
I still can' t believe they had the heart to apologize. | |
I could have lost my life, | |
And I would have lost my mind | |
But now I' m fine. | |
And I find | |
That this has been the best night of my life. | |
And as the day fades | |
No one investigates, | |
Nobody answers when she calls his name. | |
Another victim, somewhere in a shallow grave. | |
I want to hold her and tell her: " it' s not your fault". | |
And as the day fades | |
No one investigates | |
Nobody answers as she calls his name. | |
Another victim, somewhere in a shallow grave, | |
I want to hold her and tell her: " it' s not your fault". | |
It' s not your fault. | |
We are the few that won' t say nothing right, | |
We are the footsteps fading into the night. | |
Nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction and I say: | |
I never wanted this, no one ever wanted this, | |
But they gave it to you so you might as well be proud of it. | |
I don' t know where we went wrong, | |
All I know is I got to do something right. | |
We are the few that won' t say nothing right, | |
We are the footsteps fading into the night. | |
Nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction and I say: | |
I never wanted this, no one ever wanted this, | |
But they gave it to me so I might as well be proud of it. | |
And I know I' ve done something wrong, | |
All I know is I gotta do something right. |