Breaking Standing Lyrics
| Song | Breaking Standing |
| Artist | ¡Forward, Russia! |
| Album | Life Processes [Bonus Tracks] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Katie Nicholls/Whiskas/Rob Canning/Tom Woodhead | |
| I fled through mist the instant that I saw | |
| The bruises on the inside of your face | |
| Those purple blotches showed through your translucent skin | |
| You passed it off as a trick of the light | |
| Not for the first time | |
| And certainly not the last | |
| The pessimists denied eternal death | |
| And the hospital-born | |
| Worried about the law | |
| Resisted the urge to contradict | |
| Anything | |
| When it weighs too much | |
| Think of it as seven times the weight | |
| But when it costs too much | |
| Consider it but don't come to me for aid | |
| I'll be in debt to all this legal jargon | |
| These facts and these figures | |
| You're forcing me to go on | |
| Through the pain and fear of knowing | |
| The emptiness | |
| But never showing | |
| When it weighs too much | |
| Think of it as seven times the weight | |
| But when it hurts too much | |
| Consider it but don't come to me for aid | |
| The lucky child | |
| The lucky child is learning fast | |
| Our body count will never last | |
| But the sentimental killing lasts forever | |
| Forever | |
| I've got a medic for you | |
| Something it drives me to do | |
| Why don't you know that the air is filled with millions of thoughts | |
| The air is filled with holiness and badness | |
| The air is filled with thoughts of what's bad and what's good | |
| The air is filled with millions of voices | |
| The heart of the stone and the heart of the one | |
| When it weighs too much | |
| Think of it as seven times the weight | |
| But when we talk too much | |
| Consider it a part of my escape | |
| The lucky child is learning fast | |
| Our body count will never last | |
| But the sentimental killing lasts forever | |
| Forever | |
| The walls of Rome are tumbling down | |
| So functional | |
| They make no sound | |
| But the sentimental building stands | |
| Forever | |
| Together | |
| Forever |
| zuo qu : Katie Nicholls Whiskas Rob Canning Tom Woodhead | |
| I fled through mist the instant that I saw | |
| The bruises on the inside of your face | |
| Those purple blotches showed through your translucent skin | |
| You passed it off as a trick of the light | |
| Not for the first time | |
| And certainly not the last | |
| The pessimists denied eternal death | |
| And the hospital-born | |
| Worried about the law | |
| Resisted the urge to contradict | |
| Anything | |
| When it weighs too much | |
| Think of it as seven times the weight | |
| But when it costs too much | |
| Consider it but don' t come to me for aid | |
| I' ll be in debt to all this legal jargon | |
| These facts and these figures | |
| You' re forcing me to go on | |
| Through the pain and fear of knowing | |
| The emptiness | |
| But never showing | |
| When it weighs too much | |
| Think of it as seven times the weight | |
| But when it hurts too much | |
| Consider it but don' t come to me for aid | |
| The lucky child | |
| The lucky child is learning fast | |
| Our body count will never last | |
| But the sentimental killing lasts forever | |
| Forever | |
| I' ve got a medic for you | |
| Something it drives me to do | |
| Why don' t you know that the air is filled with millions of thoughts | |
| The air is filled with holiness and badness | |
| The air is filled with thoughts of what' s bad and what' s good | |
| The air is filled with millions of voices | |
| The heart of the stone and the heart of the one | |
| When it weighs too much | |
| Think of it as seven times the weight | |
| But when we talk too much | |
| Consider it a part of my escape | |
| The lucky child is learning fast | |
| Our body count will never last | |
| But the sentimental killing lasts forever | |
| Forever | |
| The walls of Rome are tumbling down | |
| So functional | |
| They make no sound | |
| But the sentimental building stands | |
| Forever | |
| Together | |
| Forever |
| zuò qǔ : Katie Nicholls Whiskas Rob Canning Tom Woodhead | |
| I fled through mist the instant that I saw | |
| The bruises on the inside of your face | |
| Those purple blotches showed through your translucent skin | |
| You passed it off as a trick of the light | |
| Not for the first time | |
| And certainly not the last | |
| The pessimists denied eternal death | |
| And the hospital-born | |
| Worried about the law | |
| Resisted the urge to contradict | |
| Anything | |
| When it weighs too much | |
| Think of it as seven times the weight | |
| But when it costs too much | |
| Consider it but don' t come to me for aid | |
| I' ll be in debt to all this legal jargon | |
| These facts and these figures | |
| You' re forcing me to go on | |
| Through the pain and fear of knowing | |
| The emptiness | |
| But never showing | |
| When it weighs too much | |
| Think of it as seven times the weight | |
| But when it hurts too much | |
| Consider it but don' t come to me for aid | |
| The lucky child | |
| The lucky child is learning fast | |
| Our body count will never last | |
| But the sentimental killing lasts forever | |
| Forever | |
| I' ve got a medic for you | |
| Something it drives me to do | |
| Why don' t you know that the air is filled with millions of thoughts | |
| The air is filled with holiness and badness | |
| The air is filled with thoughts of what' s bad and what' s good | |
| The air is filled with millions of voices | |
| The heart of the stone and the heart of the one | |
| When it weighs too much | |
| Think of it as seven times the weight | |
| But when we talk too much | |
| Consider it a part of my escape | |
| The lucky child is learning fast | |
| Our body count will never last | |
| But the sentimental killing lasts forever | |
| Forever | |
| The walls of Rome are tumbling down | |
| So functional | |
| They make no sound | |
| But the sentimental building stands | |
| Forever | |
| Together | |
| Forever |
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