Song | Rained Out Parade |
Artist | Wide Mouth Mason |
Album | Rained Out Parade |
作曲 : Wide Mouth Mason | |
I never wake up 'til my shadow's longer than I am anymore | |
My cheeks are hollow as I feel | |
You're really gonna hate this | |
I still can dial your number in the dark | |
But whenever I pull | |
I'm pushing us further apart | |
I keep my fragments of you in a closet bottom bag | |
And I take them out and stitch them up | |
Caught in the open in the rained out parade of you | |
You're really gonna hate this | |
I still can dial your number in the dark | |
But whenever I pull | |
I'm pushing us further apart | |
You're really gonna hate this | |
Pieces of you swimming in my brain | |
Drenched to the bone | |
Waiting for you in the rain | |
And it pours | |
Life becomes the things you're putting off | |
If you're not sure what you've turned on | |
I should just throw this bag away | |
Caught in the open in the rained out parade of you | |
Fumbling for cover in the rained out parade of you | |
You're really gonna hate this | |
But my fingers know your number in the dark | |
Whenever I call it | |
I'm pushing us further apart | |
You're really gonna hate this | |
Pieces of you swimming in my brain | |
Drenched to the bone | |
Waiting for you in the rain | |
I'll take back what you took from me | |
I'll hide where you won't look for me | |
And I can't see that being too hard |
zuò qǔ : Wide Mouth Mason | |
I never wake up ' til my shadow' s longer than I am anymore | |
My cheeks are hollow as I feel | |
You' re really gonna hate this | |
I still can dial your number in the dark | |
But whenever I pull | |
I' m pushing us further apart | |
I keep my fragments of you in a closet bottom bag | |
And I take them out and stitch them up | |
Caught in the open in the rained out parade of you | |
You' re really gonna hate this | |
I still can dial your number in the dark | |
But whenever I pull | |
I' m pushing us further apart | |
You' re really gonna hate this | |
Pieces of you swimming in my brain | |
Drenched to the bone | |
Waiting for you in the rain | |
And it pours | |
Life becomes the things you' re putting off | |
If you' re not sure what you' ve turned on | |
I should just throw this bag away | |
Caught in the open in the rained out parade of you | |
Fumbling for cover in the rained out parade of you | |
You' re really gonna hate this | |
But my fingers know your number in the dark | |
Whenever I call it | |
I' m pushing us further apart | |
You' re really gonna hate this | |
Pieces of you swimming in my brain | |
Drenched to the bone | |
Waiting for you in the rain | |
I' ll take back what you took from me | |
I' ll hide where you won' t look for me | |
And I can' t see that being too hard |