Song | Geography, Vonnegut and Me |
Artist | Fireworks |
Album | All I Have to Offer Is My Own Confusion |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fireworks | |
You're running out, your heavy heart I hope it slows you down | |
I'll be your gravity and pull you to the ground | |
You're running out of solid ground I'll be your tectonic plate | |
That shifts and brings your head back to this place | |
Everybody does their time on the fault line | |
For now let's keep our feet on the same side | |
Be the nine and I'll be the three | |
On a clock that lies over a map of this country | |
There's some things that time can't change | |
Leave a piece of yourself, and take something back too | |
Father Time is a blurred bird in disguise | |
Who made his way to my shoulder | |
It's weighing me down, It' makes me feel older | |
I wish it would all just stop | |
I put my all into destroying his nest | |
It makes us grow older | |
I'll be your gravity | |
The same tectonic plate; that's me | |
Everybody does their time on the fault line |
zuo qu : Fireworks | |
You' re running out, your heavy heart I hope it slows you down | |
I' ll be your gravity and pull you to the ground | |
You' re running out of solid ground I' ll be your tectonic plate | |
That shifts and brings your head back to this place | |
Everybody does their time on the fault line | |
For now let' s keep our feet on the same side | |
Be the nine and I' ll be the three | |
On a clock that lies over a map of this country | |
There' s some things that time can' t change | |
Leave a piece of yourself, and take something back too | |
Father Time is a blurred bird in disguise | |
Who made his way to my shoulder | |
It' s weighing me down, It' makes me feel older | |
I wish it would all just stop | |
I put my all into destroying his nest | |
It makes us grow older | |
I' ll be your gravity | |
The same tectonic plate that' s me | |
Everybody does their time on the fault line |
zuò qǔ : Fireworks | |
You' re running out, your heavy heart I hope it slows you down | |
I' ll be your gravity and pull you to the ground | |
You' re running out of solid ground I' ll be your tectonic plate | |
That shifts and brings your head back to this place | |
Everybody does their time on the fault line | |
For now let' s keep our feet on the same side | |
Be the nine and I' ll be the three | |
On a clock that lies over a map of this country | |
There' s some things that time can' t change | |
Leave a piece of yourself, and take something back too | |
Father Time is a blurred bird in disguise | |
Who made his way to my shoulder | |
It' s weighing me down, It' makes me feel older | |
I wish it would all just stop | |
I put my all into destroying his nest | |
It makes us grow older | |
I' ll be your gravity | |
The same tectonic plate that' s me | |
Everybody does their time on the fault line |