Song | Everybody Always Leaves |
Artist | Matthew Ryan |
Album | From A Late Night High Rise |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ryan | |
I remember sometimes | |
When you never came home | |
How I crawled inside | |
Those sad and lovely bones | |
That you left behind | |
Rarely held nor seen | |
Everybody always | |
Everybody always leaves | |
It was a third world town | |
In the great dead north | |
I felt a wedding bell shiver | |
Folded hands divorced | |
From a prayer for the permanent | |
Warmer tears on my sleeve | |
Everybody always | |
Everybody always leaves | |
Sometimes I can't remember nothing | |
Sometimes it shadows everything | |
Some Sundays it's as loud as thunder | |
In the morning when the telephone rings | |
Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
Dark days in this present past | |
In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
I'll let go of what I never had | |
She took a mouthful of rain | |
With a gutter full of pills | |
She wrote, "I handled the pain | |
But it's the hope that kills | |
So take care of yourself | |
And don't worry about me | |
'Cause everybody always | |
Everybody always leaves" | |
Sometimes I can't remember nothing | |
Sometimes it shadows everything | |
Some Sundays it's as loud as thunder | |
In the morning when the telephone rings | |
Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
Dark days in this present past | |
In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
I'll let go of what I never had | |
Don't leave, don't leave | |
Sometimes I can't remember nothing | |
Sometimes it shadows everything | |
Some Sundays it's as loud as thunder | |
In the morning when the telephone rings | |
Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
Dark days in this present past | |
In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
I'll let go of what I never had | |
I will never understand | |
Sometimes I can't remember nothing | |
Sometimes it shadows everything | |
Some Sundays it's as loud as thunder | |
In the morning when the telephone rings | |
Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
Dark days in this present past | |
In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
I'll let go of what I never had | |
In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
I'll let go of what I never had |
zuo qu : Ryan | |
I remember sometimes | |
When you never came home | |
How I crawled inside | |
Those sad and lovely bones | |
That you left behind | |
Rarely held nor seen | |
Everybody always | |
Everybody always leaves | |
It was a third world town | |
In the great dead north | |
I felt a wedding bell shiver | |
Folded hands divorced | |
From a prayer for the permanent | |
Warmer tears on my sleeve | |
Everybody always | |
Everybody always leaves | |
Sometimes I can' t remember nothing | |
Sometimes it shadows everything | |
Some Sundays it' s as loud as thunder | |
In the morning when the telephone rings | |
Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
Dark days in this present past | |
In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
I' ll let go of what I never had | |
She took a mouthful of rain | |
With a gutter full of pills | |
She wrote, " I handled the pain | |
But it' s the hope that kills | |
So take care of yourself | |
And don' t worry about me | |
' Cause everybody always | |
Everybody always leaves" | |
Sometimes I can' t remember nothing | |
Sometimes it shadows everything | |
Some Sundays it' s as loud as thunder | |
In the morning when the telephone rings | |
Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
Dark days in this present past | |
In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
I' ll let go of what I never had | |
Don' t leave, don' t leave | |
Sometimes I can' t remember nothing | |
Sometimes it shadows everything | |
Some Sundays it' s as loud as thunder | |
In the morning when the telephone rings | |
Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
Dark days in this present past | |
In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
I' ll let go of what I never had | |
I will never understand | |
Sometimes I can' t remember nothing | |
Sometimes it shadows everything | |
Some Sundays it' s as loud as thunder | |
In the morning when the telephone rings | |
Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
Dark days in this present past | |
In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
I' ll let go of what I never had | |
In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
I' ll let go of what I never had |
zuò qǔ : Ryan | |
I remember sometimes | |
When you never came home | |
How I crawled inside | |
Those sad and lovely bones | |
That you left behind | |
Rarely held nor seen | |
Everybody always | |
Everybody always leaves | |
It was a third world town | |
In the great dead north | |
I felt a wedding bell shiver | |
Folded hands divorced | |
From a prayer for the permanent | |
Warmer tears on my sleeve | |
Everybody always | |
Everybody always leaves | |
Sometimes I can' t remember nothing | |
Sometimes it shadows everything | |
Some Sundays it' s as loud as thunder | |
In the morning when the telephone rings | |
Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
Dark days in this present past | |
In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
I' ll let go of what I never had | |
She took a mouthful of rain | |
With a gutter full of pills | |
She wrote, " I handled the pain | |
But it' s the hope that kills | |
So take care of yourself | |
And don' t worry about me | |
' Cause everybody always | |
Everybody always leaves" | |
Sometimes I can' t remember nothing | |
Sometimes it shadows everything | |
Some Sundays it' s as loud as thunder | |
In the morning when the telephone rings | |
Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
Dark days in this present past | |
In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
I' ll let go of what I never had | |
Don' t leave, don' t leave | |
Sometimes I can' t remember nothing | |
Sometimes it shadows everything | |
Some Sundays it' s as loud as thunder | |
In the morning when the telephone rings | |
Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
Dark days in this present past | |
In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
I' ll let go of what I never had | |
I will never understand | |
Sometimes I can' t remember nothing | |
Sometimes it shadows everything | |
Some Sundays it' s as loud as thunder | |
In the morning when the telephone rings | |
Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
Dark days in this present past | |
In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
I' ll let go of what I never had | |
In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
I' ll let go of what I never had |