Song | Breathing Room Barricades |
Artist | The Bled |
Album | Silent Treatment |
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作曲 : Muñoz, Ott, Pedicone, Simoes ... | |
and then there was one | |
with a sharpened grin | |
a home i was never meant to find. | |
the wound was exposed | |
and i fell in | |
a curse i was blessed with as a child | |
and i | |
spent my life waiting for this | |
i knew | |
i even bore the mark around my wrist | |
and i | |
feel like this could be enough | |
and i | |
this could be the one | |
this could be the one. | |
raise your palms to me | |
and let me show you where our lines collide | |
graze the scalp and see | |
show me where you think they placed that tracking device. | |
it is so contagious | |
you can't | |
escape from me | |
you can't | |
run | |
they're hot on your trail | |
hunting your down for a lock of your hair | |
and they shot your on the space between your wings. | |
they tied your limbs and made you sing | |
what makes you so evasive? | |
you won't escape from me. | |
we've lost communication | |
these words will dissipate | |
i've scoured through this wasteland | |
you are a mystery | |
and i caught you right before you fled | |
if i could breathe in your air | |
then i'd believe what you said | |
if i could see what you see | |
then i would never have left | |
i picked apart all the clues that i found | |
i stood out i stood out for you to show yourself | |
we can forget everything we've become | |
it's not far it's not far until the oxygen | |
show me what's in store | |
locked beneath trap doors | |
for every plot | |
unrevealed | |
you counted my scars and made me sing | |
every note | |
every secret | |
you forced me back into lucidity | |
and you proved to us, | |
you proved to me | |
suffer the distance between | |
we'll douse our words in kerosene | |
suffer leave something for me | |
we'll burn them all until we make this true | |
i'll clip my wings and give it all to you. |
zuo qu : Mu oz, Ott, Pedicone, Simoes ... | |
and then there was one | |
with a sharpened grin | |
a home i was never meant to find. | |
the wound was exposed | |
and i fell in | |
a curse i was blessed with as a child | |
and i | |
spent my life waiting for this | |
i knew | |
i even bore the mark around my wrist | |
and i | |
feel like this could be enough | |
and i | |
this could be the one | |
this could be the one. | |
raise your palms to me | |
and let me show you where our lines collide | |
graze the scalp and see | |
show me where you think they placed that tracking device. | |
it is so contagious | |
you can' t | |
escape from me | |
you can' t | |
run | |
they' re hot on your trail | |
hunting your down for a lock of your hair | |
and they shot your on the space between your wings. | |
they tied your limbs and made you sing | |
what makes you so evasive? | |
you won' t escape from me. | |
we' ve lost communication | |
these words will dissipate | |
i' ve scoured through this wasteland | |
you are a mystery | |
and i caught you right before you fled | |
if i could breathe in your air | |
then i' d believe what you said | |
if i could see what you see | |
then i would never have left | |
i picked apart all the clues that i found | |
i stood out i stood out for you to show yourself | |
we can forget everything we' ve become | |
it' s not far it' s not far until the oxygen | |
show me what' s in store | |
locked beneath trap doors | |
for every plot | |
unrevealed | |
you counted my scars and made me sing | |
every note | |
every secret | |
you forced me back into lucidity | |
and you proved to us, | |
you proved to me | |
suffer the distance between | |
we' ll douse our words in kerosene | |
suffer leave something for me | |
we' ll burn them all until we make this true | |
i' ll clip my wings and give it all to you. |
zuò qǔ : Mu oz, Ott, Pedicone, Simoes ... | |
and then there was one | |
with a sharpened grin | |
a home i was never meant to find. | |
the wound was exposed | |
and i fell in | |
a curse i was blessed with as a child | |
and i | |
spent my life waiting for this | |
i knew | |
i even bore the mark around my wrist | |
and i | |
feel like this could be enough | |
and i | |
this could be the one | |
this could be the one. | |
raise your palms to me | |
and let me show you where our lines collide | |
graze the scalp and see | |
show me where you think they placed that tracking device. | |
it is so contagious | |
you can' t | |
escape from me | |
you can' t | |
run | |
they' re hot on your trail | |
hunting your down for a lock of your hair | |
and they shot your on the space between your wings. | |
they tied your limbs and made you sing | |
what makes you so evasive? | |
you won' t escape from me. | |
we' ve lost communication | |
these words will dissipate | |
i' ve scoured through this wasteland | |
you are a mystery | |
and i caught you right before you fled | |
if i could breathe in your air | |
then i' d believe what you said | |
if i could see what you see | |
then i would never have left | |
i picked apart all the clues that i found | |
i stood out i stood out for you to show yourself | |
we can forget everything we' ve become | |
it' s not far it' s not far until the oxygen | |
show me what' s in store | |
locked beneath trap doors | |
for every plot | |
unrevealed | |
you counted my scars and made me sing | |
every note | |
every secret | |
you forced me back into lucidity | |
and you proved to us, | |
you proved to me | |
suffer the distance between | |
we' ll douse our words in kerosene | |
suffer leave something for me | |
we' ll burn them all until we make this true | |
i' ll clip my wings and give it all to you. |