Song | Angels with Enemies |
Artist | Lovedrug |
Album | Pretend You're Alive |
作曲 : Bentley, Ladd, Shepard | |
And I don't think we'll get out of this hell | |
But the time here with you has been nice | |
A cold love bloody knuckle trigger finger riding on the edge of mind | |
A salute to the end of the world and a beautiful end for you, girl | |
Because all night | |
I've been picking fights | |
With the fur men and the bar stool kings | |
And when it sounds right, | |
I'll bring them down to their knees, son | |
And with the glorious red, we'll be off with their heads | |
Phantoms in the courtyard waiting on the breeze to float after me | |
To a chamber of wailing ferns | |
The calm yellow air and the dark woolen skies say our villains will arise | |
Oh, haunted by two's, they wake by you | |
But it's alright in a scissor hell | |
And it's alright to fall deep in love | |
Because all night | |
I'll be following matches | |
Into the dawn of light where | |
I melt you | |
You gotta pull stars down to be someone | |
And when you've chemi-claimed the sun, you got it | |
And when the oceans fill your life somehow | |
You gotta break the damn and wave to yourself | |
You gotta pull stars down to be someone | |
And when you've chemi-claimed the sun, you got it | |
And when oceans fill your life somehow | |
You gotta break the damn and wave to yourself | |
And sometimes in a silver hell | |
You gotta search for gold | |
And in the right light | |
We're just angels with enemies |
zuò qǔ : Bentley, Ladd, Shepard | |
And I don' t think we' ll get out of this hell | |
But the time here with you has been nice | |
A cold love bloody knuckle trigger finger riding on the edge of mind | |
A salute to the end of the world and a beautiful end for you, girl | |
Because all night | |
I' ve been picking fights | |
With the fur men and the bar stool kings | |
And when it sounds right, | |
I' ll bring them down to their knees, son | |
And with the glorious red, we' ll be off with their heads | |
Phantoms in the courtyard waiting on the breeze to float after me | |
To a chamber of wailing ferns | |
The calm yellow air and the dark woolen skies say our villains will arise | |
Oh, haunted by two' s, they wake by you | |
But it' s alright in a scissor hell | |
And it' s alright to fall deep in love | |
Because all night | |
I' ll be following matches | |
Into the dawn of light where | |
I melt you | |
You gotta pull stars down to be someone | |
And when you' ve chemiclaimed the sun, you got it | |
And when the oceans fill your life somehow | |
You gotta break the damn and wave to yourself | |
You gotta pull stars down to be someone | |
And when you' ve chemiclaimed the sun, you got it | |
And when oceans fill your life somehow | |
You gotta break the damn and wave to yourself | |
And sometimes in a silver hell | |
You gotta search for gold | |
And in the right light | |
We' re just angels with enemies |