Song | The Terrible Secret |
Artist | Emery |
Album | The Question |
作曲 : Emery | |
Pave these streets with open arms | |
It's always you we have waited on | |
The skin, the taste, the drug, the need | |
I am asking, telling you, don't leave | |
Erase the lines that we have drawn | |
It's always you we have waited on and waited on and on and on | |
These are our words that fill these mouths | |
But all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out | |
These palms and frames that we tear through | |
To cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you | |
Wait, wait, wait | |
I don't want to see | |
Wait, wait, wait | |
I am not the person anyone would want to be | |
The perfect shoes with the matching clothes | |
It is the lie we are always told | |
But nothing masks the shallow touch | |
Like saying words that cost so much | |
While you are an addict to the need | |
To find yourself a way to breathe | |
The sex, the purge, the vein, the look | |
To replace the feelings that we have took | |
These are our words that fill these mouths | |
But all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out | |
These palms and frames that we tear through | |
To cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you | |
Perfection | |
It's perfection | |
But never quite enough and never could disguise | |
The drugs to make it stay | |
The wanting in your eyes | |
The money that you spent | |
But you are still an accident | |
We are more than words that fill our mouths | |
Drink with eyes that tell us the answers that we need | |
These are our words that fill these mouths | |
But all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out | |
These palms and frames that we tear through | |
To cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you | |
Wait, wait, wait | |
I don't want to see | |
Wait, wait, wait | |
I am not the person anyone would want to be | |
Waiting here 'til you leave |
zuò qǔ : Emery | |
Pave these streets with open arms | |
It' s always you we have waited on | |
The skin, the taste, the drug, the need | |
I am asking, telling you, don' t leave | |
Erase the lines that we have drawn | |
It' s always you we have waited on and waited on and on and on | |
These are our words that fill these mouths | |
But all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out | |
These palms and frames that we tear through | |
To cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you | |
Wait, wait, wait | |
I don' t want to see | |
Wait, wait, wait | |
I am not the person anyone would want to be | |
The perfect shoes with the matching clothes | |
It is the lie we are always told | |
But nothing masks the shallow touch | |
Like saying words that cost so much | |
While you are an addict to the need | |
To find yourself a way to breathe | |
The sex, the purge, the vein, the look | |
To replace the feelings that we have took | |
These are our words that fill these mouths | |
But all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out | |
These palms and frames that we tear through | |
To cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you | |
Perfection | |
It' s perfection | |
But never quite enough and never could disguise | |
The drugs to make it stay | |
The wanting in your eyes | |
The money that you spent | |
But you are still an accident | |
We are more than words that fill our mouths | |
Drink with eyes that tell us the answers that we need | |
These are our words that fill these mouths | |
But all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out | |
These palms and frames that we tear through | |
To cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you | |
Wait, wait, wait | |
I don' t want to see | |
Wait, wait, wait | |
I am not the person anyone would want to be | |
Waiting here ' til you leave |