Song | Swallow The Bitter Pill |
Artist | Edson |
Album | For Strength |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Edson | |
作词 : Edson | |
On a day when everything feels like | |
Like a giant bitter pill | |
Hard to swallow, hard to be polite | |
Am I imaginary ill? | |
On a day when everything feels gray | |
And people even dress to be | |
I want you to stay and walk away | |
I would only disagree | |
Until tomorrow I will | |
Wallow in sorrow with skill | |
Until tomorrow I'll be | |
Talking to no one but me | |
So you think I'm self-regarding and | |
Say I'm quick to take offence | |
So you're calling me a quibbler, well | |
I just call it self-defence | |
Yeah, I'm grumpy in the morning, true | |
Because I don't sleep at night | |
You can call me vain enough for two | |
Call me anything you like | |
Until tomorrow I will | |
Wallow in sorrow with skill | |
Until tomorrow I'll be | |
Talking to no one but me | |
I know what I'd like to do now | |
I know what I like to do | |
Everything is obsolete and | |
I like things when they are new | |
Don't talk to me | |
Don't walk away | |
Don't shave my head | |
Don't talk to me | |
Until tomorrow I will | |
Wallow in sorrow with skill | |
Until tomorrow I'll be | |
Talking to no one but me |
zuo qu : Edson | |
zuo ci : Edson | |
On a day when everything feels like | |
Like a giant bitter pill | |
Hard to swallow, hard to be polite | |
Am I imaginary ill? | |
On a day when everything feels gray | |
And people even dress to be | |
I want you to stay and walk away | |
I would only disagree | |
Until tomorrow I will | |
Wallow in sorrow with skill | |
Until tomorrow I' ll be | |
Talking to no one but me | |
So you think I' m selfregarding and | |
Say I' m quick to take offence | |
So you' re calling me a quibbler, well | |
I just call it selfdefence | |
Yeah, I' m grumpy in the morning, true | |
Because I don' t sleep at night | |
You can call me vain enough for two | |
Call me anything you like | |
Until tomorrow I will | |
Wallow in sorrow with skill | |
Until tomorrow I' ll be | |
Talking to no one but me | |
I know what I' d like to do now | |
I know what I like to do | |
Everything is obsolete and | |
I like things when they are new | |
Don' t talk to me | |
Don' t walk away | |
Don' t shave my head | |
Don' t talk to me | |
Until tomorrow I will | |
Wallow in sorrow with skill | |
Until tomorrow I' ll be | |
Talking to no one but me |
zuò qǔ : Edson | |
zuò cí : Edson | |
On a day when everything feels like | |
Like a giant bitter pill | |
Hard to swallow, hard to be polite | |
Am I imaginary ill? | |
On a day when everything feels gray | |
And people even dress to be | |
I want you to stay and walk away | |
I would only disagree | |
Until tomorrow I will | |
Wallow in sorrow with skill | |
Until tomorrow I' ll be | |
Talking to no one but me | |
So you think I' m selfregarding and | |
Say I' m quick to take offence | |
So you' re calling me a quibbler, well | |
I just call it selfdefence | |
Yeah, I' m grumpy in the morning, true | |
Because I don' t sleep at night | |
You can call me vain enough for two | |
Call me anything you like | |
Until tomorrow I will | |
Wallow in sorrow with skill | |
Until tomorrow I' ll be | |
Talking to no one but me | |
I know what I' d like to do now | |
I know what I like to do | |
Everything is obsolete and | |
I like things when they are new | |
Don' t talk to me | |
Don' t walk away | |
Don' t shave my head | |
Don' t talk to me | |
Until tomorrow I will | |
Wallow in sorrow with skill | |
Until tomorrow I' ll be | |
Talking to no one but me |