Song | There's Been an Accident |
Artist | The Twilight Singers |
Album | Powder Burns |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dulli | |
Daylight is creeping | |
I feel it burn my face | |
I don't sleep here no more | |
So my shadow walks in place of me | |
Like candy your eyes | |
Sweetly roll out of control | |
Like the singer, alive | |
But just barely holding on | |
Far away, where you run | |
When it all became undone | |
You'll be dust, realise | |
You were taken for a ride | |
But still you call that number | |
Till you're crawling under | |
Them stones, assorted Jones, and all alone | |
I'm alive | |
It kind of took me by surprise | |
But every time I look away | |
There's no light, there's no sentry at the gate | |
Far away, where you run | |
When it all became undone | |
You'll be dust, realise | |
You were taken for a ride | |
But still you call that number | |
Till you're crawling under | |
Till you're crawling under | |
Till you're crawling under | |
Them stones, assorted Jones, and picked over bones | |
Daylight is creeping | |
I feel it burn my face | |
I don't sleep here no more | |
So my shadow walks in place of me |
zuo qu : Dulli | |
Daylight is creeping | |
I feel it burn my face | |
I don' t sleep here no more | |
So my shadow walks in place of me | |
Like candy your eyes | |
Sweetly roll out of control | |
Like the singer, alive | |
But just barely holding on | |
Far away, where you run | |
When it all became undone | |
You' ll be dust, realise | |
You were taken for a ride | |
But still you call that number | |
Till you' re crawling under | |
Them stones, assorted Jones, and all alone | |
I' m alive | |
It kind of took me by surprise | |
But every time I look away | |
There' s no light, there' s no sentry at the gate | |
Far away, where you run | |
When it all became undone | |
You' ll be dust, realise | |
You were taken for a ride | |
But still you call that number | |
Till you' re crawling under | |
Till you' re crawling under | |
Till you' re crawling under | |
Them stones, assorted Jones, and picked over bones | |
Daylight is creeping | |
I feel it burn my face | |
I don' t sleep here no more | |
So my shadow walks in place of me |
zuò qǔ : Dulli | |
Daylight is creeping | |
I feel it burn my face | |
I don' t sleep here no more | |
So my shadow walks in place of me | |
Like candy your eyes | |
Sweetly roll out of control | |
Like the singer, alive | |
But just barely holding on | |
Far away, where you run | |
When it all became undone | |
You' ll be dust, realise | |
You were taken for a ride | |
But still you call that number | |
Till you' re crawling under | |
Them stones, assorted Jones, and all alone | |
I' m alive | |
It kind of took me by surprise | |
But every time I look away | |
There' s no light, there' s no sentry at the gate | |
Far away, where you run | |
When it all became undone | |
You' ll be dust, realise | |
You were taken for a ride | |
But still you call that number | |
Till you' re crawling under | |
Till you' re crawling under | |
Till you' re crawling under | |
Them stones, assorted Jones, and picked over bones | |
Daylight is creeping | |
I feel it burn my face | |
I don' t sleep here no more | |
So my shadow walks in place of me |