| Song | Olio |
| Artist | The Rapture |
| Album | Echoes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Luke Jenner & Vito Roccoforte & Mattie Safer | |
| 作词 : Rapture | |
| I called you on the telephone 'cause | |
| I was lonely | |
| I called you up just to hear you | |
| Your eyes | |
| I know are a cold, cold blue | |
| Pale whit skin dead like a mannequin | |
| Seem to fade | |
| Looking and not wanting to come up to date | |
| Like a broken clock | |
| The hand is still | |
| Through the pain | |
| I was watching as sound hit my ears | |
| We don't fit anymore | |
| We don't fit anymore | |
| Not the same | |
| Not the same | |
| Not the same, same, same | |
| Ripped up in the shadows | |
| Over and over again | |
| I remember before as your mouth | |
| It touched my face | |
| Small hands grabbing me | |
| Trapped in my thoughts | |
| You repeating like a machine gun | |
| Phantasmagoria | |
| The times pelting me | |
| Pelting me | |
| Ripped up in the shadows | |
| Over and over again | |
| Over and over again | |
| Over and over again |
| zuo qu : Luke Jenner Vito Roccoforte Mattie Safer | |
| zuo ci : Rapture | |
| I called you on the telephone ' cause | |
| I was lonely | |
| I called you up just to hear you | |
| Your eyes | |
| I know are a cold, cold blue | |
| Pale whit skin dead like a mannequin | |
| Seem to fade | |
| Looking and not wanting to come up to date | |
| Like a broken clock | |
| The hand is still | |
| Through the pain | |
| I was watching as sound hit my ears | |
| We don' t fit anymore | |
| We don' t fit anymore | |
| Not the same | |
| Not the same | |
| Not the same, same, same | |
| Ripped up in the shadows | |
| Over and over again | |
| I remember before as your mouth | |
| It touched my face | |
| Small hands grabbing me | |
| Trapped in my thoughts | |
| You repeating like a machine gun | |
| Phantasmagoria | |
| The times pelting me | |
| Pelting me | |
| Ripped up in the shadows | |
| Over and over again | |
| Over and over again | |
| Over and over again |
| zuò qǔ : Luke Jenner Vito Roccoforte Mattie Safer | |
| zuò cí : Rapture | |
| I called you on the telephone ' cause | |
| I was lonely | |
| I called you up just to hear you | |
| Your eyes | |
| I know are a cold, cold blue | |
| Pale whit skin dead like a mannequin | |
| Seem to fade | |
| Looking and not wanting to come up to date | |
| Like a broken clock | |
| The hand is still | |
| Through the pain | |
| I was watching as sound hit my ears | |
| We don' t fit anymore | |
| We don' t fit anymore | |
| Not the same | |
| Not the same | |
| Not the same, same, same | |
| Ripped up in the shadows | |
| Over and over again | |
| I remember before as your mouth | |
| It touched my face | |
| Small hands grabbing me | |
| Trapped in my thoughts | |
| You repeating like a machine gun | |
| Phantasmagoria | |
| The times pelting me | |
| Pelting me | |
| Ripped up in the shadows | |
| Over and over again | |
| Over and over again | |
| Over and over again |