Song | In Regards to Myself |
Artist | Underoath |
Album | Play Your Old Stuff |
作曲 : Chamberlain, Gillespie ... | |
Wake up, wake up, wake up | |
This is not a test | |
It's time to me to come clean | |
To get it off your chest | |
So, steady your hand before your face | |
And concentrate | |
There's gotta be some stable ground | |
We have to walk on | |
So, tear another page from the book | |
Are you asleep or just alone? | |
Clear this room from your lungs | |
Pull yourself together | |
Pull yourself together, man | |
Pull yourself together | |
Pull yourself together | |
On your back | |
You're sleeping in a bed of shame | |
Let the light breathe some | |
New life into this room | |
It's what keeps you coming back | |
Made up of insatiable songs | |
Bury your head in your hands | |
Then sing it to yourself, oh | |
Just what are you so afraid of? | |
What are you so afraid of? | |
You're staring truth in the face | |
So, come on down | |
What are you so afraid of? | |
You're busy living now, aren't you? | |
NoYou're busy making vows | |
You're coming unglued | |
Time is shorter than you know | |
I know the light is blinding to the naked eye | |
So, why don't you take steps away from being alone? | |
I swear, it's not too late for you | |
It's all worth reaching for | |
It's all worth reaching for | |
It's all worth reaching for | |
The hands will pull you out | |
It's all worth reaching for | |
The hands will pull you out | |
Wake up, wake up, wake up | |
And step outside your box | |
Wake up, wake up |
zuò qǔ : Chamberlain, Gillespie ... | |
Wake up, wake up, wake up | |
This is not a test | |
It' s time to me to come clean | |
To get it off your chest | |
So, steady your hand before your face | |
And concentrate | |
There' s gotta be some stable ground | |
We have to walk on | |
So, tear another page from the book | |
Are you asleep or just alone? | |
Clear this room from your lungs | |
Pull yourself together | |
Pull yourself together, man | |
Pull yourself together | |
Pull yourself together | |
On your back | |
You' re sleeping in a bed of shame | |
Let the light breathe some | |
New life into this room | |
It' s what keeps you coming back | |
Made up of insatiable songs | |
Bury your head in your hands | |
Then sing it to yourself, oh | |
Just what are you so afraid of? | |
What are you so afraid of? | |
You' re staring truth in the face | |
So, come on down | |
What are you so afraid of? | |
You' re busy living now, aren' t you? | |
NoYou' re busy making vows | |
You' re coming unglued | |
Time is shorter than you know | |
I know the light is blinding to the naked eye | |
So, why don' t you take steps away from being alone? | |
I swear, it' s not too late for you | |
It' s all worth reaching for | |
It' s all worth reaching for | |
It' s all worth reaching for | |
The hands will pull you out | |
It' s all worth reaching for | |
The hands will pull you out | |
Wake up, wake up, wake up | |
And step outside your box | |
Wake up, wake up |