| Song | My Bitter Half |
| Artist | The Bled |
| Album | Silent Treatment |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Muñoz, Ott, Pedicone, Simoes ... | |
| i traced your shape | |
| and counted the days | |
| and you just erased me. | |
| i hit the ground | |
| and i make no sound | |
| as your heels pierced me. | |
| i scarred my face | |
| to conquer my pride | |
| and you cocooned in your misery. | |
| i plucked you up from a bed of nails | |
| and hung me for your salvation. | |
| can i come down? | |
| there's been a mistake. | |
| can i come down? | |
| isn't this what you asked of me? | |
| you lost faith. blinding white. | |
| and just before my chest caved in, | |
| i climbed back down | |
| i caught your scent but the wolves beat me to you. | |
| stopped | |
| behind the place where we met. | |
| found strands of your dress they were all that was left. | |
| i dug you up the night you died | |
| and this is what you asked me, | |
| "when will the sun overthrow the eclipse. i'm just waiting for this night to end. | |
| leave me here, just go." | |
| as the dusk set in. | |
| as the sickness spread. | |
| i took one glance behind. | |
| and you had disappeared. | |
| slipping | |
| right through my fingers. | |
| gripping | |
| as tight as i can. | |
| slipping | |
| right through my hands | |
| we can't look back. | |
| they've got the searchlights on us. | |
| stay close you'll be alright. | |
| with shadows as my guide. | |
| i'm looking for the answer. | |
| i will be the one who breaks the constant midnight. | |
| tossed to the swine. | |
| i make the climb from the abyss. | |
| lost. | |
| into the night to the abyss. | |
| i trace your shape to memory | |
| i traced your shape. | |
| eraser. |
| zuo qu : Mu oz, Ott, Pedicone, Simoes ... | |
| i traced your shape | |
| and counted the days | |
| and you just erased me. | |
| i hit the ground | |
| and i make no sound | |
| as your heels pierced me. | |
| i scarred my face | |
| to conquer my pride | |
| and you cocooned in your misery. | |
| i plucked you up from a bed of nails | |
| and hung me for your salvation. | |
| can i come down? | |
| there' s been a mistake. | |
| can i come down? | |
| isn' t this what you asked of me? | |
| you lost faith. blinding white. | |
| and just before my chest caved in, | |
| i climbed back down | |
| i caught your scent but the wolves beat me to you. | |
| stopped | |
| behind the place where we met. | |
| found strands of your dress they were all that was left. | |
| i dug you up the night you died | |
| and this is what you asked me, | |
| " when will the sun overthrow the eclipse. i' m just waiting for this night to end. | |
| leave me here, just go." | |
| as the dusk set in. | |
| as the sickness spread. | |
| i took one glance behind. | |
| and you had disappeared. | |
| slipping | |
| right through my fingers. | |
| gripping | |
| as tight as i can. | |
| slipping | |
| right through my hands | |
| we can' t look back. | |
| they' ve got the searchlights on us. | |
| stay close you' ll be alright. | |
| with shadows as my guide. | |
| i' m looking for the answer. | |
| i will be the one who breaks the constant midnight. | |
| tossed to the swine. | |
| i make the climb from the abyss. | |
| lost. | |
| into the night to the abyss. | |
| i trace your shape to memory | |
| i traced your shape. | |
| eraser. |
| zuò qǔ : Mu oz, Ott, Pedicone, Simoes ... | |
| i traced your shape | |
| and counted the days | |
| and you just erased me. | |
| i hit the ground | |
| and i make no sound | |
| as your heels pierced me. | |
| i scarred my face | |
| to conquer my pride | |
| and you cocooned in your misery. | |
| i plucked you up from a bed of nails | |
| and hung me for your salvation. | |
| can i come down? | |
| there' s been a mistake. | |
| can i come down? | |
| isn' t this what you asked of me? | |
| you lost faith. blinding white. | |
| and just before my chest caved in, | |
| i climbed back down | |
| i caught your scent but the wolves beat me to you. | |
| stopped | |
| behind the place where we met. | |
| found strands of your dress they were all that was left. | |
| i dug you up the night you died | |
| and this is what you asked me, | |
| " when will the sun overthrow the eclipse. i' m just waiting for this night to end. | |
| leave me here, just go." | |
| as the dusk set in. | |
| as the sickness spread. | |
| i took one glance behind. | |
| and you had disappeared. | |
| slipping | |
| right through my fingers. | |
| gripping | |
| as tight as i can. | |
| slipping | |
| right through my hands | |
| we can' t look back. | |
| they' ve got the searchlights on us. | |
| stay close you' ll be alright. | |
| with shadows as my guide. | |
| i' m looking for the answer. | |
| i will be the one who breaks the constant midnight. | |
| tossed to the swine. | |
| i make the climb from the abyss. | |
| lost. | |
| into the night to the abyss. | |
| i trace your shape to memory | |
| i traced your shape. | |
| eraser. |