Song | 12 if the sun collapse |
Artist | Frontier Ruckus |
Album | Eternity Of Dimming |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Matthew Christopher Milia | |
作曲 : Matthew Christopher Milia | |
My oh my, you’re so far away | |
By the time I see you | |
The sky may look so evil and gray | |
Or perhaps, we’ll take naps in the sun | |
If the suns collapse | |
We’ll make laps on the run | |
And run forever | |
‘Neath their punishment | |
But punishment is not what you deserve | |
You were meant | |
For something they reserve | |
For early mornings | |
When your heaven is blurred | |
Blurred and vague | |
Each word does age so fast | |
Like a plague | |
It’s not allowed to last | |
For very long, but how | |
Fantastic and strong | |
While it does, while it buzzes free | |
All that was | |
Still courses through me | |
Infinite tons | |
Liquid gallons | |
Of stunning suns | |
In some brittle part | |
Of my little heart | |
I know I can | |
Plan a way to stay | |
And say | |
My oh my, you’re so far away | |
If I die, it could be today | |
And all I see | |
All that I free will be | |
OK |
zuo ci : Matthew Christopher Milia | |
zuo qu : Matthew Christopher Milia | |
My oh my, you' re so far away | |
By the time I see you | |
The sky may look so evil and gray | |
Or perhaps, we' ll take naps in the sun | |
If the suns collapse | |
We' ll make laps on the run | |
And run forever | |
' Neath their punishment | |
But punishment is not what you deserve | |
You were meant | |
For something they reserve | |
For early mornings | |
When your heaven is blurred | |
Blurred and vague | |
Each word does age so fast | |
Like a plague | |
It' s not allowed to last | |
For very long, but how | |
Fantastic and strong | |
While it does, while it buzzes free | |
All that was | |
Still courses through me | |
Infinite tons | |
Liquid gallons | |
Of stunning suns | |
In some brittle part | |
Of my little heart | |
I know I can | |
Plan a way to stay | |
And say | |
My oh my, you' re so far away | |
If I die, it could be today | |
And all I see | |
All that I free will be | |
OK |
zuò cí : Matthew Christopher Milia | |
zuò qǔ : Matthew Christopher Milia | |
My oh my, you' re so far away | |
By the time I see you | |
The sky may look so evil and gray | |
Or perhaps, we' ll take naps in the sun | |
If the suns collapse | |
We' ll make laps on the run | |
And run forever | |
' Neath their punishment | |
But punishment is not what you deserve | |
You were meant | |
For something they reserve | |
For early mornings | |
When your heaven is blurred | |
Blurred and vague | |
Each word does age so fast | |
Like a plague | |
It' s not allowed to last | |
For very long, but how | |
Fantastic and strong | |
While it does, while it buzzes free | |
All that was | |
Still courses through me | |
Infinite tons | |
Liquid gallons | |
Of stunning suns | |
In some brittle part | |
Of my little heart | |
I know I can | |
Plan a way to stay | |
And say | |
My oh my, you' re so far away | |
If I die, it could be today | |
And all I see | |
All that I free will be | |
OK |