| Song | War All The Time |
| Artist | Thursday |
| Album | War All The Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rickly, Thursday | |
| Standing on the edge of the | |
| Palisades' | |
| CliffsIn the shadow of the skyline very far away | |
| Like a lightning rod that couldn’t pull the storm from me | |
| I was 5 years old, my best friend's older brother died | |
| He fell from these cliffs | |
| The river washed him away, the current pulled him downstream | |
| And our lives float in the headlines, so we park these cars | |
| Parent’s garage listen to the lullaby | |
| Of carbon monoxide | |
| War all of the time | |
| In the shadow of the | |
| New York skyline | |
| We grew up too fast, falling apart | |
| Like the ashes of | |
| American flags | |
| If the sun doesn't rise | |
| We'll replace it with an | |
| H-bomb explosion | |
| A painted jail cell of light in the sky | |
| Like three mile island nightmares | |
| On TVs that sing us to sleep | |
| They burn on and on like an oil field | |
| Or a memory of what it felt like | |
| To burn on and on and not just fade away | |
| All those nights in the basement | |
| The kids are still screaming | |
| On and on and on and on | |
| War all of the time | |
| In the shadow of the | |
| New York skyline | |
| We grew up too fast, falling apart | |
| Like the ashes of | |
| American flags | |
| And we’re blowing in the wind | |
| We don’t know where to land | |
| So we kiss like little kids | |
| We used to be very tall buildings | |
| We’ve been falling for so long | |
| Now your eyes are a sign on the edge of town | |
| They offer a welcome when you are leaving | |
| War all of the time | |
| In the shadow of the | |
| New York skyline | |
| We grew up too fast, falling apart | |
| Like the ashes of | |
| American flags | |
| The pieces fall it’s like a last day parade | |
| And the fires in our streets start to rage | |
| So wave to those people who long to wave back | |
| From the fabric of a flag that sang, "Love all of the time" | |
| War all the time, war all the time | |
| All of the time | |
| War all the time, war all the time | |
| All of the time, all of the time | |
| War all of the time, war all of the time | |
| War all of the time, war all of the time |
| zuo ci : Rickly, Thursday | |
| Standing on the edge of the | |
| Palisades' | |
| CliffsIn the shadow of the skyline very far away | |
| Like a lightning rod that couldn' t pull the storm from me | |
| I was 5 years old, my best friend' s older brother died | |
| He fell from these cliffs | |
| The river washed him away, the current pulled him downstream | |
| And our lives float in the headlines, so we park these cars | |
| Parent' s garage listen to the lullaby | |
| Of carbon monoxide | |
| War all of the time | |
| In the shadow of the | |
| New York skyline | |
| We grew up too fast, falling apart | |
| Like the ashes of | |
| American flags | |
| If the sun doesn' t rise | |
| We' ll replace it with an | |
| Hbomb explosion | |
| A painted jail cell of light in the sky | |
| Like three mile island nightmares | |
| On TVs that sing us to sleep | |
| They burn on and on like an oil field | |
| Or a memory of what it felt like | |
| To burn on and on and not just fade away | |
| All those nights in the basement | |
| The kids are still screaming | |
| On and on and on and on | |
| War all of the time | |
| In the shadow of the | |
| New York skyline | |
| We grew up too fast, falling apart | |
| Like the ashes of | |
| American flags | |
| And we' re blowing in the wind | |
| We don' t know where to land | |
| So we kiss like little kids | |
| We used to be very tall buildings | |
| We' ve been falling for so long | |
| Now your eyes are a sign on the edge of town | |
| They offer a welcome when you are leaving | |
| War all of the time | |
| In the shadow of the | |
| New York skyline | |
| We grew up too fast, falling apart | |
| Like the ashes of | |
| American flags | |
| The pieces fall it' s like a last day parade | |
| And the fires in our streets start to rage | |
| So wave to those people who long to wave back | |
| From the fabric of a flag that sang, " Love all of the time" | |
| War all the time, war all the time | |
| All of the time | |
| War all the time, war all the time | |
| All of the time, all of the time | |
| War all of the time, war all of the time | |
| War all of the time, war all of the time |
| zuò cí : Rickly, Thursday | |
| Standing on the edge of the | |
| Palisades' | |
| CliffsIn the shadow of the skyline very far away | |
| Like a lightning rod that couldn' t pull the storm from me | |
| I was 5 years old, my best friend' s older brother died | |
| He fell from these cliffs | |
| The river washed him away, the current pulled him downstream | |
| And our lives float in the headlines, so we park these cars | |
| Parent' s garage listen to the lullaby | |
| Of carbon monoxide | |
| War all of the time | |
| In the shadow of the | |
| New York skyline | |
| We grew up too fast, falling apart | |
| Like the ashes of | |
| American flags | |
| If the sun doesn' t rise | |
| We' ll replace it with an | |
| Hbomb explosion | |
| A painted jail cell of light in the sky | |
| Like three mile island nightmares | |
| On TVs that sing us to sleep | |
| They burn on and on like an oil field | |
| Or a memory of what it felt like | |
| To burn on and on and not just fade away | |
| All those nights in the basement | |
| The kids are still screaming | |
| On and on and on and on | |
| War all of the time | |
| In the shadow of the | |
| New York skyline | |
| We grew up too fast, falling apart | |
| Like the ashes of | |
| American flags | |
| And we' re blowing in the wind | |
| We don' t know where to land | |
| So we kiss like little kids | |
| We used to be very tall buildings | |
| We' ve been falling for so long | |
| Now your eyes are a sign on the edge of town | |
| They offer a welcome when you are leaving | |
| War all of the time | |
| In the shadow of the | |
| New York skyline | |
| We grew up too fast, falling apart | |
| Like the ashes of | |
| American flags | |
| The pieces fall it' s like a last day parade | |
| And the fires in our streets start to rage | |
| So wave to those people who long to wave back | |
| From the fabric of a flag that sang, " Love all of the time" | |
| War all the time, war all the time | |
| All of the time | |
| War all the time, war all the time | |
| All of the time, all of the time | |
| War all of the time, war all of the time | |
| War all of the time, war all of the time |