Song | 09 10 bike - rebecca |
Artist | Frontier Ruckus |
Album | Eternity Of Dimming |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Matthew Christopher Milia | |
作曲 : Matthew Christopher Milia | |
I met Rebecca in the summer I forgot my tally | |
In the back, behind the bowling alley | |
Where my street | |
Ends | |
She opened all the blinds up in my room | |
She pried open my mouth | |
And out spilled my gloom | |
Just as it sometimes | |
Tends to | |
We walked up to the point | |
On Sylvan Lake | |
It got to the point | |
That our skin burned and baked | |
So we dove in | |
When I met her father | |
Our clothes were still wet | |
When I met her sister | |
Those secrets were not told yet | |
I wish they'd never been | |
By 9 p.m., all of them | |
Carport lights are on | |
They buzz on through | |
What does ensue | |
Till they blend into the dawn | |
I met Rebecca in some house | |
In a dream I had | |
Murderers and worshippers | |
And random fandom stabbing at us | |
Till we made an escape | |
Where she wore some dresses | |
That to my eyes were gossamer | |
And the hard truth impresses | |
That I'd die at the loss of her | |
So I wrap it up in ribbons and tape | |
By 9 a.m., all of them | |
Metal things reflect | |
The nightmares and the bright sun-glares | |
That force me to protect | |
My love |
zuo ci : Matthew Christopher Milia | |
zuo qu : Matthew Christopher Milia | |
I met Rebecca in the summer I forgot my tally | |
In the back, behind the bowling alley | |
Where my street | |
Ends | |
She opened all the blinds up in my room | |
She pried open my mouth | |
And out spilled my gloom | |
Just as it sometimes | |
Tends to | |
We walked up to the point | |
On Sylvan Lake | |
It got to the point | |
That our skin burned and baked | |
So we dove in | |
When I met her father | |
Our clothes were still wet | |
When I met her sister | |
Those secrets were not told yet | |
I wish they' d never been | |
By 9 p. m., all of them | |
Carport lights are on | |
They buzz on through | |
What does ensue | |
Till they blend into the dawn | |
I met Rebecca in some house | |
In a dream I had | |
Murderers and worshippers | |
And random fandom stabbing at us | |
Till we made an escape | |
Where she wore some dresses | |
That to my eyes were gossamer | |
And the hard truth impresses | |
That I' d die at the loss of her | |
So I wrap it up in ribbons and tape | |
By 9 a. m., all of them | |
Metal things reflect | |
The nightmares and the bright sunglares | |
That force me to protect | |
My love |
zuò cí : Matthew Christopher Milia | |
zuò qǔ : Matthew Christopher Milia | |
I met Rebecca in the summer I forgot my tally | |
In the back, behind the bowling alley | |
Where my street | |
Ends | |
She opened all the blinds up in my room | |
She pried open my mouth | |
And out spilled my gloom | |
Just as it sometimes | |
Tends to | |
We walked up to the point | |
On Sylvan Lake | |
It got to the point | |
That our skin burned and baked | |
So we dove in | |
When I met her father | |
Our clothes were still wet | |
When I met her sister | |
Those secrets were not told yet | |
I wish they' d never been | |
By 9 p. m., all of them | |
Carport lights are on | |
They buzz on through | |
What does ensue | |
Till they blend into the dawn | |
I met Rebecca in some house | |
In a dream I had | |
Murderers and worshippers | |
And random fandom stabbing at us | |
Till we made an escape | |
Where she wore some dresses | |
That to my eyes were gossamer | |
And the hard truth impresses | |
That I' d die at the loss of her | |
So I wrap it up in ribbons and tape | |
By 9 a. m., all of them | |
Metal things reflect | |
The nightmares and the bright sunglares | |
That force me to protect | |
My love |