作曲 : Matt Johnson/Eric Schermerhorn | |
The early morning sun lit up her room | |
But it wasn't just a change in the weather | |
She'd read it in her stars and now she felt it in her heart | |
Life was gonna start getting better | |
And there was a time when she would pray | |
That each teardrop that rolled down her face | |
Would represent a day of pain for him | |
But now she's changing the way she feels | |
About wasting her time & tears | |
Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
And all the tricks and all the lies | |
He tried to pull over her eyes | |
Kept running through her mind | |
She looks back in disbelief | |
In confusion and in grief | |
At what his secrecy was revealing | |
You can scream into your pillow | |
You can pray into the night | |
But you can't switch off your feelings | |
Like you'd switch out a light | |
But she's changing the way she feels | |
About wasting her time and tears | |
Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
And now these winter skies | |
Turn blue and bright | |
And she feels alive | |
And wants to drink every kiss | |
Make up for what she's missed | |
And wipe him out of her mind | |
Some day he'll have to grow up | |
And come clean | |
And listen to the screams | |
Of his own conscience | |
Cry out, cry out, cry out | |
...And she'll not hear a sound |
zuo qu : Matt Johnson Eric Schermerhorn | |
The early morning sun lit up her room | |
But it wasn' t just a change in the weather | |
She' d read it in her stars and now she felt it in her heart | |
Life was gonna start getting better | |
And there was a time when she would pray | |
That each teardrop that rolled down her face | |
Would represent a day of pain for him | |
But now she' s changing the way she feels | |
About wasting her time tears | |
Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
And all the tricks and all the lies | |
He tried to pull over her eyes | |
Kept running through her mind | |
She looks back in disbelief | |
In confusion and in grief | |
At what his secrecy was revealing | |
You can scream into your pillow | |
You can pray into the night | |
But you can' t switch off your feelings | |
Like you' d switch out a light | |
But she' s changing the way she feels | |
About wasting her time and tears | |
Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
And now these winter skies | |
Turn blue and bright | |
And she feels alive | |
And wants to drink every kiss | |
Make up for what she' s missed | |
And wipe him out of her mind | |
Some day he' ll have to grow up | |
And come clean | |
And listen to the screams | |
Of his own conscience | |
Cry out, cry out, cry out | |
... And she' ll not hear a sound |
zuò qǔ : Matt Johnson Eric Schermerhorn | |
The early morning sun lit up her room | |
But it wasn' t just a change in the weather | |
She' d read it in her stars and now she felt it in her heart | |
Life was gonna start getting better | |
And there was a time when she would pray | |
That each teardrop that rolled down her face | |
Would represent a day of pain for him | |
But now she' s changing the way she feels | |
About wasting her time tears | |
Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
And all the tricks and all the lies | |
He tried to pull over her eyes | |
Kept running through her mind | |
She looks back in disbelief | |
In confusion and in grief | |
At what his secrecy was revealing | |
You can scream into your pillow | |
You can pray into the night | |
But you can' t switch off your feelings | |
Like you' d switch out a light | |
But she' s changing the way she feels | |
About wasting her time and tears | |
Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
Cried out, cried out, cried out | |
And now these winter skies | |
Turn blue and bright | |
And she feels alive | |
And wants to drink every kiss | |
Make up for what she' s missed | |
And wipe him out of her mind | |
Some day he' ll have to grow up | |
And come clean | |
And listen to the screams | |
Of his own conscience | |
Cry out, cry out, cry out | |
... And she' ll not hear a sound |