Song | Coming Up Empty |
Artist | Radio 4 |
Album | Stealing Of A Nation |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Radio 4 | |
Suburbia - Climb out the window to the street | |
Flock to the animals on the corner while they feed | |
Sell off your soul for a chance to be freed | |
Brush off the want and you give in to the need | |
Always the ones that no one ever thinks | |
5 am and we rush back from the scene | |
Visions of comfort too far for the eye to see | |
Hold back the tears was the promise forced to keep | |
If I cant see you soon then I'll meet you in my dreams | |
Slowly heading down to New Orleans | |
Always running | |
Coming up empty | |
Carried him home, a broken sack of bones | |
The stink of stale beer worn like a cheap cologne | |
Make the morning round of apologies | |
Smoke too many cigarettes cant recollect anything | |
Never wanted to hurt any one | |
Always running | |
Coming up empty |
zuo ci : Radio 4 | |
Suburbia Climb out the window to the street | |
Flock to the animals on the corner while they feed | |
Sell off your soul for a chance to be freed | |
Brush off the want and you give in to the need | |
Always the ones that no one ever thinks | |
5 am and we rush back from the scene | |
Visions of comfort too far for the eye to see | |
Hold back the tears was the promise forced to keep | |
If I cant see you soon then I' ll meet you in my dreams | |
Slowly heading down to New Orleans | |
Always running | |
Coming up empty | |
Carried him home, a broken sack of bones | |
The stink of stale beer worn like a cheap cologne | |
Make the morning round of apologies | |
Smoke too many cigarettes cant recollect anything | |
Never wanted to hurt any one | |
Always running | |
Coming up empty |
zuò cí : Radio 4 | |
Suburbia Climb out the window to the street | |
Flock to the animals on the corner while they feed | |
Sell off your soul for a chance to be freed | |
Brush off the want and you give in to the need | |
Always the ones that no one ever thinks | |
5 am and we rush back from the scene | |
Visions of comfort too far for the eye to see | |
Hold back the tears was the promise forced to keep | |
If I cant see you soon then I' ll meet you in my dreams | |
Slowly heading down to New Orleans | |
Always running | |
Coming up empty | |
Carried him home, a broken sack of bones | |
The stink of stale beer worn like a cheap cologne | |
Make the morning round of apologies | |
Smoke too many cigarettes cant recollect anything | |
Never wanted to hurt any one | |
Always running | |
Coming up empty |