Song | Salty Eyes |
Artist | The Matches |
Album | Decomposer |
作曲 : Harris, Hurwitz, Matches | |
Do you belong to a song? | |
Does it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs? | |
Are you drunk? | |
Have you been drinking? | |
Do you belove the overpass go with a fifth in your fist | |
reminiscing the kiss of a love that just didn't love as much as you did? | |
the kiss of a love that just didn't love as much as you did? | |
But please don't give up dear walls. | |
Don't let the ceiling fall. | |
When you belong to a song, salty eyes. | |
You belong. | |
Shrill notes begin the grim violin. | |
Then from the silence of violence the sirens orchestrate the score. | |
To which one more corpse is left quiet. | |
How we've become the hollows of drums. | |
The rest between notes and the hollers that never reach throats. | |
Friends in quotes, they're not calling. | |
But please don't give up dear you. | |
I'll bet the sliver moon's sliding through | |
When you belong to a song, salty eyes. | |
You belong. | |
Do please believe however naive. | |
They may drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs. | |
And belong salty eyes. | |
When you belong to a song, salty eyes. | |
You belong. |
zuò qǔ : Harris, Hurwitz, Matches | |
Do you belong to a song? | |
Does it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs? | |
Are you drunk? | |
Have you been drinking? | |
Do you belove the overpass go with a fifth in your fist | |
reminiscing the kiss of a love that just didn' t love as much as you did? | |
the kiss of a love that just didn' t love as much as you did? | |
But please don' t give up dear walls. | |
Don' t let the ceiling fall. | |
When you belong to a song, salty eyes. | |
You belong. | |
Shrill notes begin the grim violin. | |
Then from the silence of violence the sirens orchestrate the score. | |
To which one more corpse is left quiet. | |
How we' ve become the hollows of drums. | |
The rest between notes and the hollers that never reach throats. | |
Friends in quotes, they' re not calling. | |
But please don' t give up dear you. | |
I' ll bet the sliver moon' s sliding through | |
When you belong to a song, salty eyes. | |
You belong. | |
Do please believe however naive. | |
They may drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs. | |
And belong salty eyes. | |
When you belong to a song, salty eyes. | |
You belong. |