Song | trembling of the rose |
Artist | Two Gallants |
Album | Two Gallants |
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作曲 : Corvidae, Fontaine | |
Why must it come to this? | |
You disown me with a kiss | |
Another number on your list | |
Guess that's me | |
But oh girl, what have I done? | |
Another fool blind by the sun | |
No, which way shall I run? | |
Aimlessly | |
But look out now, I can't see straight | |
Just woke up and it's getting late | |
And I'm as full of hate | |
As I used to be | |
But in the hour of my demise | |
I'll recall your empty eyes | |
You know I died | |
The day you set me free | |
But what good is living for | |
When there's no knock on the door | |
No shelter from the war | |
Against me | |
But if you comfort me till dawn | |
I'd sing your lonesome song | |
Pack my things | |
I'll get gone faithlessly | |
But with your high heels and your mace | |
You tell me I'm out of place | |
Rip my eyes out of my face | |
With ease | |
And if I had one inch of pride | |
You took that too when you said goodbye | |
You know i died | |
The day you set me free | |
But I dreamt of you last night | |
And I woke to hate my life | |
Good God, I'm sick of sight | |
Can't you see? | |
But I must remain composed | |
'Neath the trembling of the rose | |
But you left me so exposed | |
Faithlessly | |
Who knows what is right or wrong? | |
Payed your debt and carry on | |
And no, I don't belong | |
That's plain to see | |
I guess I'll take your stress in stride | |
The hill is deep, the water's wide | |
You know I died | |
The day you set me free |
zuo qu : Corvidae, Fontaine | |
Why must it come to this? | |
You disown me with a kiss | |
Another number on your list | |
Guess that' s me | |
But oh girl, what have I done? | |
Another fool blind by the sun | |
No, which way shall I run? | |
Aimlessly | |
But look out now, I can' t see straight | |
Just woke up and it' s getting late | |
And I' m as full of hate | |
As I used to be | |
But in the hour of my demise | |
I' ll recall your empty eyes | |
You know I died | |
The day you set me free | |
But what good is living for | |
When there' s no knock on the door | |
No shelter from the war | |
Against me | |
But if you comfort me till dawn | |
I' d sing your lonesome song | |
Pack my things | |
I' ll get gone faithlessly | |
But with your high heels and your mace | |
You tell me I' m out of place | |
Rip my eyes out of my face | |
With ease | |
And if I had one inch of pride | |
You took that too when you said goodbye | |
You know i died | |
The day you set me free | |
But I dreamt of you last night | |
And I woke to hate my life | |
Good God, I' m sick of sight | |
Can' t you see? | |
But I must remain composed | |
' Neath the trembling of the rose | |
But you left me so exposed | |
Faithlessly | |
Who knows what is right or wrong? | |
Payed your debt and carry on | |
And no, I don' t belong | |
That' s plain to see | |
I guess I' ll take your stress in stride | |
The hill is deep, the water' s wide | |
You know I died | |
The day you set me free |
zuò qǔ : Corvidae, Fontaine | |
Why must it come to this? | |
You disown me with a kiss | |
Another number on your list | |
Guess that' s me | |
But oh girl, what have I done? | |
Another fool blind by the sun | |
No, which way shall I run? | |
Aimlessly | |
But look out now, I can' t see straight | |
Just woke up and it' s getting late | |
And I' m as full of hate | |
As I used to be | |
But in the hour of my demise | |
I' ll recall your empty eyes | |
You know I died | |
The day you set me free | |
But what good is living for | |
When there' s no knock on the door | |
No shelter from the war | |
Against me | |
But if you comfort me till dawn | |
I' d sing your lonesome song | |
Pack my things | |
I' ll get gone faithlessly | |
But with your high heels and your mace | |
You tell me I' m out of place | |
Rip my eyes out of my face | |
With ease | |
And if I had one inch of pride | |
You took that too when you said goodbye | |
You know i died | |
The day you set me free | |
But I dreamt of you last night | |
And I woke to hate my life | |
Good God, I' m sick of sight | |
Can' t you see? | |
But I must remain composed | |
' Neath the trembling of the rose | |
But you left me so exposed | |
Faithlessly | |
Who knows what is right or wrong? | |
Payed your debt and carry on | |
And no, I don' t belong | |
That' s plain to see | |
I guess I' ll take your stress in stride | |
The hill is deep, the water' s wide | |
You know I died | |
The day you set me free |