作词 : Rea | |
On the hard fast train | |
On the road to gain | |
Something gets right through to your telling bone | |
There's a sudden itch | |
An electric twitch | |
Sometimes | |
I swear this body's got a mind of it's own | |
This is the naked truth | |
This is the light | |
There's only one place left to go | |
Auberge You meet the silent type | |
On a windy trail | |
With a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger | |
You can talk till you ache | |
Give yourself one more break | |
You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn't matter | |
This is the naked truth | |
This is the light | |
There's only one place left to go | |
Auberge Give me a weekend | |
Give me a day | |
Don't like what | |
I'm seeing though | |
I hear what you say | |
Think with a dagger | |
And you'll die on your knees | |
Begging for mercy | |
Singing please mister please | |
This is the naked truth | |
This is the light | |
There's only one place left to go | |
Auberge |
zuo ci : Rea | |
On the hard fast train | |
On the road to gain | |
Something gets right through to your telling bone | |
There' s a sudden itch | |
An electric twitch | |
Sometimes | |
I swear this body' s got a mind of it' s own | |
This is the naked truth | |
This is the light | |
There' s only one place left to go | |
Auberge You meet the silent type | |
On a windy trail | |
With a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger | |
You can talk till you ache | |
Give yourself one more break | |
You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn' t matter | |
This is the naked truth | |
This is the light | |
There' s only one place left to go | |
Auberge Give me a weekend | |
Give me a day | |
Don' t like what | |
I' m seeing though | |
I hear what you say | |
Think with a dagger | |
And you' ll die on your knees | |
Begging for mercy | |
Singing please mister please | |
This is the naked truth | |
This is the light | |
There' s only one place left to go | |
Auberge |
zuò cí : Rea | |
On the hard fast train | |
On the road to gain | |
Something gets right through to your telling bone | |
There' s a sudden itch | |
An electric twitch | |
Sometimes | |
I swear this body' s got a mind of it' s own | |
This is the naked truth | |
This is the light | |
There' s only one place left to go | |
Auberge You meet the silent type | |
On a windy trail | |
With a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger | |
You can talk till you ache | |
Give yourself one more break | |
You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn' t matter | |
This is the naked truth | |
This is the light | |
There' s only one place left to go | |
Auberge Give me a weekend | |
Give me a day | |
Don' t like what | |
I' m seeing though | |
I hear what you say | |
Think with a dagger | |
And you' ll die on your knees | |
Begging for mercy | |
Singing please mister please | |
This is the naked truth | |
This is the light | |
There' s only one place left to go | |
Auberge |