Song | I Kept Everything |
Artist | The Church |
Album | Forget Yourself |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kilbey, Koppes, Powles ... | |
I kept everything | |
Mornings and days paraded through space | |
And stripped of all their meaning | |
I saved everything | |
But this afternoon I just ran out of room | |
I haven't got the foggiest | |
Yeah (yeah, yeah) let me get this straight | |
If it's a matter of luck (yeah, yeah) | |
Or a matter of fate | |
I'm a tiny little flash in a damaged universe | |
You know what makes it bettter only makes it worse | |
Trying to find you | |
Try to remind you | |
Trying to find you | |
I see everything | |
Glitter and glamour, the bitter, the hammer | |
That smashes up the evening | |
I heard everything | |
Buzzes and creaks, cymbals and shrieks | |
I haven't got a feeling left | |
Wait (yeah, yeah) | |
Let me sort this out | |
If it's a question of faith (yeah, yeah) | |
Or a question of doubt | |
You're an undiscovered wonder in a desolated place | |
I wonder who's representing you, handling your case | |
Trying to find you | |
Try to remind you | |
Trying to find you | |
(Yeah, yeah) | |
(Trying to find you) (Oh, oh) |
zuo ci : Kilbey, Koppes, Powles ... | |
I kept everything | |
Mornings and days paraded through space | |
And stripped of all their meaning | |
I saved everything | |
But this afternoon I just ran out of room | |
I haven' t got the foggiest | |
Yeah yeah, yeah let me get this straight | |
If it' s a matter of luck yeah, yeah | |
Or a matter of fate | |
I' m a tiny little flash in a damaged universe | |
You know what makes it bettter only makes it worse | |
Trying to find you | |
Try to remind you | |
Trying to find you | |
I see everything | |
Glitter and glamour, the bitter, the hammer | |
That smashes up the evening | |
I heard everything | |
Buzzes and creaks, cymbals and shrieks | |
I haven' t got a feeling left | |
Wait yeah, yeah | |
Let me sort this out | |
If it' s a question of faith yeah, yeah | |
Or a question of doubt | |
You' re an undiscovered wonder in a desolated place | |
I wonder who' s representing you, handling your case | |
Trying to find you | |
Try to remind you | |
Trying to find you | |
Yeah, yeah | |
Trying to find you Oh, oh |
zuò cí : Kilbey, Koppes, Powles ... | |
I kept everything | |
Mornings and days paraded through space | |
And stripped of all their meaning | |
I saved everything | |
But this afternoon I just ran out of room | |
I haven' t got the foggiest | |
Yeah yeah, yeah let me get this straight | |
If it' s a matter of luck yeah, yeah | |
Or a matter of fate | |
I' m a tiny little flash in a damaged universe | |
You know what makes it bettter only makes it worse | |
Trying to find you | |
Try to remind you | |
Trying to find you | |
I see everything | |
Glitter and glamour, the bitter, the hammer | |
That smashes up the evening | |
I heard everything | |
Buzzes and creaks, cymbals and shrieks | |
I haven' t got a feeling left | |
Wait yeah, yeah | |
Let me sort this out | |
If it' s a question of faith yeah, yeah | |
Or a question of doubt | |
You' re an undiscovered wonder in a desolated place | |
I wonder who' s representing you, handling your case | |
Trying to find you | |
Try to remind you | |
Trying to find you | |
Yeah, yeah | |
Trying to find you Oh, oh |