| 作词 : Lorren Rettich | |
| 作曲 : Lorren Rettich | |
| As they walk into the room With their back straight | |
| their hair done specially right Look at her perfect dress and how she steals the light | |
| What did we come here for | |
| When we walked through that door? | |
| What an unruly crowd. | |
| I can’t hear myself think | |
| with all that’s going on. | |
| Raising glasses. roaring voices. We keep our heads up high. Give it just one more try. | |
| Is it love that’s calling | |
| Don’t you know, | |
| Don’t you know, | |
| Don’t you know that I’m falling Can’t you see | |
| Can’t you see that it’s hard | |
| I’m trying to keep playing my part. To mend the pieces of my heart. | |
| Upstairs in my living room, | |
| holding my guitar when no one’s around. Trying to sing, but there is just no sound. None of my words come out. | |
| What is this feeling about? | |
| Broken strings, unplayable. | |
| Everything is shifting, becoming unattainable. Why is my ground so unstable, unescapable Still none of my words come out. | |
| What is this all about? | |
| Is it love that’s calling | |
| Don’t you know, | |
| Don’t you know, | |
| Don’t you know that I’m falling Can’t you see | |
| Can’t you see that it’s hard | |
| I’m trying to keep playing my part. To mend the pieces of my heart. | |
| Frozen moments are fading away. | |
| I’m deicing them from my surface. | |
| Cold, I’m so cold it’s just cold upon my skin. | |
| No more. No more. Nooo more nooo more! | |
| Is it love that’s calling | |
| Don’t you know, | |
| Don’t you know, | |
| Don’t you know that I’m falling Can’t you see | |
| Can’t you see that it’s hard | |
| I’m trying to keep playing my part. To mend the pieces of my heart. | |
| Can’t you see? Can’t you see? | |
| Ow falling, ow falling The pieces of my heart |
| zuo ci : Lorren Rettich | |
| zuo qu : Lorren Rettich | |
| As they walk into the room With their back straight | |
| their hair done specially right Look at her perfect dress and how she steals the light | |
| What did we come here for | |
| When we walked through that door? | |
| What an unruly crowd. | |
| I can' t hear myself think | |
| with all that' s going on. | |
| Raising glasses. roaring voices. We keep our heads up high. Give it just one more try. | |
| Is it love that' s calling | |
| Don' t you know, | |
| Don' t you know, | |
| Don' t you know that I' m falling Can' t you see | |
| Can' t you see that it' s hard | |
| I' m trying to keep playing my part. To mend the pieces of my heart. | |
| Upstairs in my living room, | |
| holding my guitar when no one' s around. Trying to sing, but there is just no sound. None of my words come out. | |
| What is this feeling about? | |
| Broken strings, unplayable. | |
| Everything is shifting, becoming unattainable. Why is my ground so unstable, unescapable Still none of my words come out. | |
| What is this all about? | |
| Is it love that' s calling | |
| Don' t you know, | |
| Don' t you know, | |
| Don' t you know that I' m falling Can' t you see | |
| Can' t you see that it' s hard | |
| I' m trying to keep playing my part. To mend the pieces of my heart. | |
| Frozen moments are fading away. | |
| I' m deicing them from my surface. | |
| Cold, I' m so cold it' s just cold upon my skin. | |
| No more. No more. Nooo more nooo more! | |
| Is it love that' s calling | |
| Don' t you know, | |
| Don' t you know, | |
| Don' t you know that I' m falling Can' t you see | |
| Can' t you see that it' s hard | |
| I' m trying to keep playing my part. To mend the pieces of my heart. | |
| Can' t you see? Can' t you see? | |
| Ow falling, ow falling The pieces of my heart |
| zuò cí : Lorren Rettich | |
| zuò qǔ : Lorren Rettich | |
| As they walk into the room With their back straight | |
| their hair done specially right Look at her perfect dress and how she steals the light | |
| What did we come here for | |
| When we walked through that door? | |
| What an unruly crowd. | |
| I can' t hear myself think | |
| with all that' s going on. | |
| Raising glasses. roaring voices. We keep our heads up high. Give it just one more try. | |
| Is it love that' s calling | |
| Don' t you know, | |
| Don' t you know, | |
| Don' t you know that I' m falling Can' t you see | |
| Can' t you see that it' s hard | |
| I' m trying to keep playing my part. To mend the pieces of my heart. | |
| Upstairs in my living room, | |
| holding my guitar when no one' s around. Trying to sing, but there is just no sound. None of my words come out. | |
| What is this feeling about? | |
| Broken strings, unplayable. | |
| Everything is shifting, becoming unattainable. Why is my ground so unstable, unescapable Still none of my words come out. | |
| What is this all about? | |
| Is it love that' s calling | |
| Don' t you know, | |
| Don' t you know, | |
| Don' t you know that I' m falling Can' t you see | |
| Can' t you see that it' s hard | |
| I' m trying to keep playing my part. To mend the pieces of my heart. | |
| Frozen moments are fading away. | |
| I' m deicing them from my surface. | |
| Cold, I' m so cold it' s just cold upon my skin. | |
| No more. No more. Nooo more nooo more! | |
| Is it love that' s calling | |
| Don' t you know, | |
| Don' t you know, | |
| Don' t you know that I' m falling Can' t you see | |
| Can' t you see that it' s hard | |
| I' m trying to keep playing my part. To mend the pieces of my heart. | |
| Can' t you see? Can' t you see? | |
| Ow falling, ow falling The pieces of my heart |
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