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. |