作词 : Clarkin | |
It's red on the highway | |
Diamonds in the sky | |
A million stilettos | |
Cutting tears from your eye | |
It's peppered with star shell | |
It's pouring silver rain | |
You're falling like lumber | |
But you're feeling no pain | |
You can't run | |
Can't run | |
Can't run away | |
Can't run | |
Can't run | |
Can't run away | |
There's blood in the river | |
Terror spikes your soul | |
It's louder than thunder | |
Way down deep in this hole | |
There's a light in the mountain | |
A fireball in the town | |
Tornado in the making | |
And a shaking in the ground | |
You can't run | |
Can't run | |
Can't run away | |
Can't run | |
Can't run | |
Can't run away | |
Oh, no, trapped in the shadows | |
Feeling ragged and torn | |
Radio messages | |
Bringing no help at all | |
Way down deep in this hole | |
There's a light in the mountain | |
A fireball in the town | |
Tornado in the making | |
And a shaking in the ground | |
You can't run | |
Can't run | |
Can't run away | |
Can't run | |
Can't run | |
Can't run away | |
You can't run | |
Can't run | |
Can't run away | |
Can't run, can't run, can't run | |
Can't run | |
We can't run away |
zuo ci : Clarkin | |
It' s red on the highway | |
Diamonds in the sky | |
A million stilettos | |
Cutting tears from your eye | |
It' s peppered with star shell | |
It' s pouring silver rain | |
You' re falling like lumber | |
But you' re feeling no pain | |
You can' t run | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run away | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run away | |
There' s blood in the river | |
Terror spikes your soul | |
It' s louder than thunder | |
Way down deep in this hole | |
There' s a light in the mountain | |
A fireball in the town | |
Tornado in the making | |
And a shaking in the ground | |
You can' t run | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run away | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run away | |
Oh, no, trapped in the shadows | |
Feeling ragged and torn | |
Radio messages | |
Bringing no help at all | |
Way down deep in this hole | |
There' s a light in the mountain | |
A fireball in the town | |
Tornado in the making | |
And a shaking in the ground | |
You can' t run | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run away | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run away | |
You can' t run | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run away | |
Can' t run, can' t run, can' t run | |
Can' t run | |
We can' t run away |
zuò cí : Clarkin | |
It' s red on the highway | |
Diamonds in the sky | |
A million stilettos | |
Cutting tears from your eye | |
It' s peppered with star shell | |
It' s pouring silver rain | |
You' re falling like lumber | |
But you' re feeling no pain | |
You can' t run | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run away | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run away | |
There' s blood in the river | |
Terror spikes your soul | |
It' s louder than thunder | |
Way down deep in this hole | |
There' s a light in the mountain | |
A fireball in the town | |
Tornado in the making | |
And a shaking in the ground | |
You can' t run | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run away | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run away | |
Oh, no, trapped in the shadows | |
Feeling ragged and torn | |
Radio messages | |
Bringing no help at all | |
Way down deep in this hole | |
There' s a light in the mountain | |
A fireball in the town | |
Tornado in the making | |
And a shaking in the ground | |
You can' t run | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run away | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run away | |
You can' t run | |
Can' t run | |
Can' t run away | |
Can' t run, can' t run, can' t run | |
Can' t run | |
We can' t run away |