Song | Tragic Mirror |
Artist | Sondre Lerche |
Album | Phantom Punch |
作曲 : Lerche | |
Here's a man, his own tragic mirror | |
capable of such crimes he is scared | |
to look at himself too long at a time. | |
Here's a man, his own wrapped up worry | |
thinking he will do wrong very shortly. | |
The answer remains locked up in his head. | |
And charity plays a game with your head | |
it gets to you now, it gets to you now | |
and charity plays away with your head | |
it gets to you now, it gets to you now. | |
Somehow you've got to smarten up | |
and act like nothing's ever gonna break you | |
break you, break your mirror in two. | |
Here's a man aware of his defects | |
such a sensitive soul such a rebel | |
capable of detecting his flaws. | |
Here's a man self righteous, self pitying | |
nursing losses and pain and inflicting guilt | |
that should keep them busy for days. | |
And charity plays a game with your head | |
it gets to you now, it gets to you now | |
and vanity takes your dog for a walk | |
it gets to you now, it gets to you now. | |
Somehow youve got to smarten up | |
and act like nothing's ever gonna | |
break you, break you, break your mirror in two. | |
Here's a man really worth the attention | |
so mature but so dumb. | |
In broad daylight the answer remains locked up in his head | |
it's blowing around somewhere in his head. |
zuò qǔ : Lerche | |
Here' s a man, his own tragic mirror | |
capable of such crimes he is scared | |
to look at himself too long at a time. | |
Here' s a man, his own wrapped up worry | |
thinking he will do wrong very shortly. | |
The answer remains locked up in his head. | |
And charity plays a game with your head | |
it gets to you now, it gets to you now | |
and charity plays away with your head | |
it gets to you now, it gets to you now. | |
Somehow you' ve got to smarten up | |
and act like nothing' s ever gonna break you | |
break you, break your mirror in two. | |
Here' s a man aware of his defects | |
such a sensitive soul such a rebel | |
capable of detecting his flaws. | |
Here' s a man self righteous, self pitying | |
nursing losses and pain and inflicting guilt | |
that should keep them busy for days. | |
And charity plays a game with your head | |
it gets to you now, it gets to you now | |
and vanity takes your dog for a walk | |
it gets to you now, it gets to you now. | |
Somehow youve got to smarten up | |
and act like nothing' s ever gonna | |
break you, break you, break your mirror in two. | |
Here' s a man really worth the attention | |
so mature but so dumb. | |
In broad daylight the answer remains locked up in his head | |
it' s blowing around somewhere in his head. |