Song | Feed The Enemy |
Artist | Magazine |
Album | Secondhand Daylight |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Devoto, Formula | |
Feed The Enemy | |
Magazine | |
It's always raining over the border | |
there's been a plane crash out there | |
in the wheatfields | |
they're picking up the pieces | |
we could go and look | |
and stare | |
How many friends have we over there ? | |
the border guards fight unconvincingly | |
whatever we do | |
it seems things are arranged | |
we always have to feed the enemy | |
You could dance for me | |
and punch me through | |
You could dance for me | |
and punch me through | |
You could dance for me | |
and punch me through | |
You could dance for me | |
and punch me through | |
We watched them trash thee last camera | |
glued to all our TV's | |
the actors on the replay | |
trying again to touch you and me | |
But they always seem to know | |
exactly what they're talking about | |
now they've got you in a corner | |
you've got no room to move | |
you've got no room for doubt | |
that's exactly what they're talking about | |
now they're got you in a corner | |
no room to move | |
no room for doubt |
zuo ci : Devoto, Formula | |
Feed The Enemy | |
Magazine | |
It' s always raining over the border | |
there' s been a plane crash out there | |
in the wheatfields | |
they' re picking up the pieces | |
we could go and look | |
and stare | |
How many friends have we over there ? | |
the border guards fight unconvincingly | |
whatever we do | |
it seems things are arranged | |
we always have to feed the enemy | |
You could dance for me | |
and punch me through | |
You could dance for me | |
and punch me through | |
You could dance for me | |
and punch me through | |
You could dance for me | |
and punch me through | |
We watched them trash thee last camera | |
glued to all our TV' s | |
the actors on the replay | |
trying again to touch you and me | |
But they always seem to know | |
exactly what they' re talking about | |
now they' ve got you in a corner | |
you' ve got no room to move | |
you' ve got no room for doubt | |
that' s exactly what they' re talking about | |
now they' re got you in a corner | |
no room to move | |
no room for doubt |
zuò cí : Devoto, Formula | |
Feed The Enemy | |
Magazine | |
It' s always raining over the border | |
there' s been a plane crash out there | |
in the wheatfields | |
they' re picking up the pieces | |
we could go and look | |
and stare | |
How many friends have we over there ? | |
the border guards fight unconvincingly | |
whatever we do | |
it seems things are arranged | |
we always have to feed the enemy | |
You could dance for me | |
and punch me through | |
You could dance for me | |
and punch me through | |
You could dance for me | |
and punch me through | |
You could dance for me | |
and punch me through | |
We watched them trash thee last camera | |
glued to all our TV' s | |
the actors on the replay | |
trying again to touch you and me | |
But they always seem to know | |
exactly what they' re talking about | |
now they' ve got you in a corner | |
you' ve got no room to move | |
you' ve got no room for doubt | |
that' s exactly what they' re talking about | |
now they' re got you in a corner | |
no room to move | |
no room for doubt |