| Song | Turns Cold to the Touch |
| Artist | Bleeding Through |
| Album | Portrait of the Goddess |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bleeding Through | |
| The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing to hold face turns cold to the touch. | |
| My face was white, laying on the cold tile floor the floor. | |
| When i entered your room last night, your face left me as coward. | |
| Now I'm left with nothing but your stare that's burning me. | |
| I don't try because | |
| I'll fail. | |
| I'm just in line with the rest of admire. | |
| The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing left to hold. face turns cold to the touch. | |
| My face was white. | |
| Left alone in desolate dreams. | |
| Why can't | |
| I be beautiful, so you'd want to save me. | |
| But you're the angel with the perfect wings that | |
| I'll fucking break and take you with me. | |
| Take you with me. | |
| Those words left as stain. | |
| I must make you see the ugliness. | |
| You left your light on. | |
| You turned my will again. | |
| Just look what you've created. | |
| A sick frail man scared to look at his shadow. | |
| I'm sorry that you're part of this, but | |
| I can't be left alone tonight. | |
| I can't be left alone tonight. |
| zuo qu : Bleeding Through | |
| The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing to hold face turns cold to the touch. | |
| My face was white, laying on the cold tile floor the floor. | |
| When i entered your room last night, your face left me as coward. | |
| Now I' m left with nothing but your stare that' s burning me. | |
| I don' t try because | |
| I' ll fail. | |
| I' m just in line with the rest of admire. | |
| The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing left to hold. face turns cold to the touch. | |
| My face was white. | |
| Left alone in desolate dreams. | |
| Why can' t | |
| I be beautiful, so you' d want to save me. | |
| But you' re the angel with the perfect wings that | |
| I' ll fucking break and take you with me. | |
| Take you with me. | |
| Those words left as stain. | |
| I must make you see the ugliness. | |
| You left your light on. | |
| You turned my will again. | |
| Just look what you' ve created. | |
| A sick frail man scared to look at his shadow. | |
| I' m sorry that you' re part of this, but | |
| I can' t be left alone tonight. | |
| I can' t be left alone tonight. |
| zuò qǔ : Bleeding Through | |
| The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing to hold face turns cold to the touch. | |
| My face was white, laying on the cold tile floor the floor. | |
| When i entered your room last night, your face left me as coward. | |
| Now I' m left with nothing but your stare that' s burning me. | |
| I don' t try because | |
| I' ll fail. | |
| I' m just in line with the rest of admire. | |
| The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing left to hold. face turns cold to the touch. | |
| My face was white. | |
| Left alone in desolate dreams. | |
| Why can' t | |
| I be beautiful, so you' d want to save me. | |
| But you' re the angel with the perfect wings that | |
| I' ll fucking break and take you with me. | |
| Take you with me. | |
| Those words left as stain. | |
| I must make you see the ugliness. | |
| You left your light on. | |
| You turned my will again. | |
| Just look what you' ve created. | |
| A sick frail man scared to look at his shadow. | |
| I' m sorry that you' re part of this, but | |
| I can' t be left alone tonight. | |
| I can' t be left alone tonight. |