Song | Who Told You |
Artist | The Reindeer Section |
Album | Son of Evil Reindeer |
作曲 : Lightbody ... | |
It all makes sense now | |
I've come down | |
I should've seen it coming | |
For miles down the road | |
But at the time we never think | |
That it might've been ourselves to blame at all | |
You shudder and beat your chest | |
But you'll never warm yourself up | |
Believe me | |
Where were you | |
I've made it through | |
But only God can judge me now | |
I hope he's in | |
Why do hearts break | |
When we are on our own | |
Just when you need to pump the life back in yourself | |
And why do earthquakes | |
Happen miles away | |
When I only want the open ground to swallow me | |
Who told you | |
I'd not come through | |
Before I could speak to you in my defence | |
Who made you the righteous one | |
When I'd only turned around for half an hour | |
Why do truck lights | |
Tell an empty tale | |
Surely it's bad enough to end up on a floor | |
And you can scratch your chin | |
I think you understand | |
But how can you know what's going on inside my head | |
Maybe I'm better off alive and in my bed |
zuò qǔ : Lightbody ... | |
It all makes sense now | |
I' ve come down | |
I should' ve seen it coming | |
For miles down the road | |
But at the time we never think | |
That it might' ve been ourselves to blame at all | |
You shudder and beat your chest | |
But you' ll never warm yourself up | |
Believe me | |
Where were you | |
I' ve made it through | |
But only God can judge me now | |
I hope he' s in | |
Why do hearts break | |
When we are on our own | |
Just when you need to pump the life back in yourself | |
And why do earthquakes | |
Happen miles away | |
When I only want the open ground to swallow me | |
Who told you | |
I' d not come through | |
Before I could speak to you in my defence | |
Who made you the righteous one | |
When I' d only turned around for half an hour | |
Why do truck lights | |
Tell an empty tale | |
Surely it' s bad enough to end up on a floor | |
And you can scratch your chin | |
I think you understand | |
But how can you know what' s going on inside my head | |
Maybe I' m better off alive and in my bed |