Song | Properly Balanced |
Artist | The Honorary Title |
Album | The Honorary Title |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gorbel | |
Small bolts of blood shoot across the circumference, of his, of his eyes | |
The smells of fish, piss, puke and garbage | |
Sidewalk cooking underneath the sunrise | |
It's getting old now | |
It's getting old now | |
It's getting old | |
Don't call me when you're moods are properly balanced 'cause | |
I was there now for the worst part of it | |
Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk | |
Holding his breath as the garbage truck passes by | |
His breath now breathes unfullfilment | |
Which for a moment he just pushes aside | |
It's getting old now | |
It's getting old now | |
It's getting old | |
Instincts read the buckling seams and stitches over the wealth of, the healthy and the uninterested | |
Don't call me when you're moods are properly balanced 'cause | |
I was there now for the worst part of this (x2) | |
I twitch and cling to these, these images that | |
I foreseen | |
I jump at any noise that the night, the night will brings | |
I don't wanna hear, | |
I don't wanna hear, | |
I don't wanna hear it anymore (x2) | |
Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk | |
Holding its breath as it all passes by | |
You know, as it all passes by | |
I don't wanna hear, | |
I don't wanna hear, | |
I don't wanna hear, it anymore (x2) |
zuo qu : Gorbel | |
Small bolts of blood shoot across the circumference, of his, of his eyes | |
The smells of fish, piss, puke and garbage | |
Sidewalk cooking underneath the sunrise | |
It' s getting old now | |
It' s getting old now | |
It' s getting old | |
Don' t call me when you' re moods are properly balanced ' cause | |
I was there now for the worst part of it | |
Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk | |
Holding his breath as the garbage truck passes by | |
His breath now breathes unfullfilment | |
Which for a moment he just pushes aside | |
It' s getting old now | |
It' s getting old now | |
It' s getting old | |
Instincts read the buckling seams and stitches over the wealth of, the healthy and the uninterested | |
Don' t call me when you' re moods are properly balanced ' cause | |
I was there now for the worst part of this x2 | |
I twitch and cling to these, these images that | |
I foreseen | |
I jump at any noise that the night, the night will brings | |
I don' t wanna hear, | |
I don' t wanna hear, | |
I don' t wanna hear it anymore x2 | |
Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk | |
Holding its breath as it all passes by | |
You know, as it all passes by | |
I don' t wanna hear, | |
I don' t wanna hear, | |
I don' t wanna hear, it anymore x2 |
zuò qǔ : Gorbel | |
Small bolts of blood shoot across the circumference, of his, of his eyes | |
The smells of fish, piss, puke and garbage | |
Sidewalk cooking underneath the sunrise | |
It' s getting old now | |
It' s getting old now | |
It' s getting old | |
Don' t call me when you' re moods are properly balanced ' cause | |
I was there now for the worst part of it | |
Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk | |
Holding his breath as the garbage truck passes by | |
His breath now breathes unfullfilment | |
Which for a moment he just pushes aside | |
It' s getting old now | |
It' s getting old now | |
It' s getting old | |
Instincts read the buckling seams and stitches over the wealth of, the healthy and the uninterested | |
Don' t call me when you' re moods are properly balanced ' cause | |
I was there now for the worst part of this x2 | |
I twitch and cling to these, these images that | |
I foreseen | |
I jump at any noise that the night, the night will brings | |
I don' t wanna hear, | |
I don' t wanna hear, | |
I don' t wanna hear it anymore x2 | |
Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk | |
Holding its breath as it all passes by | |
You know, as it all passes by | |
I don' t wanna hear, | |
I don' t wanna hear, | |
I don' t wanna hear, it anymore x2 |