Song | Donkey Boy |
Artist | Sebastien Schuller |
Album | Happiness |
作曲 : Schuller | |
Now, I can't behave | |
I feel it in my feet on the streets | |
But don't you know? | |
There's something I can feel when I breathe | |
I told you once | |
You're breaking into separate parts | |
But don't you know? | |
It's something that I can't live without | |
And if somebody's going to make it | |
then this somebody ought to be you | |
And I keep telling my reflection | |
Ambitions are already starting to fade | |
I can't tolerate | |
The feelings that I feel when I feel | |
But don't you know? | |
Some feelings never seem to let go | |
Like a silverblade | |
I cut my way out of control | |
But don't you know? | |
Some blades will cut you right to the bone | |
And if somebody's going to make it | |
then this somebody ought to be you | |
And if somebody's going to fake it | |
then this somebody, somebody is you | |
If it's me that was going to take it | |
then I know that it wouldn't be straight | |
And I keep telling my reflection | |
Ambitions are already starting to fade | |
I Can't tolerate... | |
(Can't tolerate) | |
I Can't tolerate... | |
(Can't tolerate) | |
And if somebody's going to make it | |
then this somebody ought to be you | |
And if somebody's going to fake it | |
then this somebody, somebody is you | |
If it's me that was going to take it | |
then I know that it wouldn't be straight | |
And I keep telling my reflection | |
Ambitions are already starting to fade | |
And I keep telling my reflection | |
Ambitions are already starting to fade |
zuò qǔ : Schuller | |
Now, I can' t behave | |
I feel it in my feet on the streets | |
But don' t you know? | |
There' s something I can feel when I breathe | |
I told you once | |
You' re breaking into separate parts | |
But don' t you know? | |
It' s something that I can' t live without | |
And if somebody' s going to make it | |
then this somebody ought to be you | |
And I keep telling my reflection | |
Ambitions are already starting to fade | |
I can' t tolerate | |
The feelings that I feel when I feel | |
But don' t you know? | |
Some feelings never seem to let go | |
Like a silverblade | |
I cut my way out of control | |
But don' t you know? | |
Some blades will cut you right to the bone | |
And if somebody' s going to make it | |
then this somebody ought to be you | |
And if somebody' s going to fake it | |
then this somebody, somebody is you | |
If it' s me that was going to take it | |
then I know that it wouldn' t be straight | |
And I keep telling my reflection | |
Ambitions are already starting to fade | |
I Can' t tolerate... | |
Can' t tolerate | |
I Can' t tolerate... | |
Can' t tolerate | |
And if somebody' s going to make it | |
then this somebody ought to be you | |
And if somebody' s going to fake it | |
then this somebody, somebody is you | |
If it' s me that was going to take it | |
then I know that it wouldn' t be straight | |
And I keep telling my reflection | |
Ambitions are already starting to fade | |
And I keep telling my reflection | |
Ambitions are already starting to fade |