Song | Out on My Feet |
Artist | Pilate |
Album | Caught by the Window |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Pilate | |
Come in from the cold, | |
And wipe off the rain that bleeds into your bones | |
Sit down by the fireside, | |
I watch the flame dance in your eyes | |
There’s a tear upon your shoulder, | |
And a scar upon your soul, | |
Do you fear you’re getting older, | |
Does it bother you so? | |
I’m out on my feet again, | |
Is this love lost or found, | |
I’m caught in your wires and beginning to tire, baby please... | |
We’re silent for hours, | |
The candles scream for their release | |
Like crumbling towers, | |
They melt into pools at your feet | |
There’s a tear upon your shoulder, | |
And a scar upon your soul, | |
Do you fear you’re getting older, | |
Does it bother you so? | |
I’m out on my feet again, | |
Is this love lost or found, | |
I’m caught in your wires and beginning to tire, baby please... | |
I’m not sorry, | |
I’m not sorry... | |
There’s a tear upon your shoulder, | |
And a scar upon your soul, | |
Do you fear you’re getting older, | |
Does it bother you so? | |
I’m out on my feet again, | |
Is this love lost or found, | |
This tale through the years trading smiles for my tears, | |
The night is now lost, the sun now appears over the fields and through the towns, | |
Baby please... |
zuo qu : Pilate | |
Come in from the cold, | |
And wipe off the rain that bleeds into your bones | |
Sit down by the fireside, | |
I watch the flame dance in your eyes | |
There' s a tear upon your shoulder, | |
And a scar upon your soul, | |
Do you fear you' re getting older, | |
Does it bother you so? | |
I' m out on my feet again, | |
Is this love lost or found, | |
I' m caught in your wires and beginning to tire, baby please... | |
We' re silent for hours, | |
The candles scream for their release | |
Like crumbling towers, | |
They melt into pools at your feet | |
There' s a tear upon your shoulder, | |
And a scar upon your soul, | |
Do you fear you' re getting older, | |
Does it bother you so? | |
I' m out on my feet again, | |
Is this love lost or found, | |
I' m caught in your wires and beginning to tire, baby please... | |
I' m not sorry, | |
I' m not sorry... | |
There' s a tear upon your shoulder, | |
And a scar upon your soul, | |
Do you fear you' re getting older, | |
Does it bother you so? | |
I' m out on my feet again, | |
Is this love lost or found, | |
This tale through the years trading smiles for my tears, | |
The night is now lost, the sun now appears over the fields and through the towns, | |
Baby please... |
zuò qǔ : Pilate | |
Come in from the cold, | |
And wipe off the rain that bleeds into your bones | |
Sit down by the fireside, | |
I watch the flame dance in your eyes | |
There' s a tear upon your shoulder, | |
And a scar upon your soul, | |
Do you fear you' re getting older, | |
Does it bother you so? | |
I' m out on my feet again, | |
Is this love lost or found, | |
I' m caught in your wires and beginning to tire, baby please... | |
We' re silent for hours, | |
The candles scream for their release | |
Like crumbling towers, | |
They melt into pools at your feet | |
There' s a tear upon your shoulder, | |
And a scar upon your soul, | |
Do you fear you' re getting older, | |
Does it bother you so? | |
I' m out on my feet again, | |
Is this love lost or found, | |
I' m caught in your wires and beginning to tire, baby please... | |
I' m not sorry, | |
I' m not sorry... | |
There' s a tear upon your shoulder, | |
And a scar upon your soul, | |
Do you fear you' re getting older, | |
Does it bother you so? | |
I' m out on my feet again, | |
Is this love lost or found, | |
This tale through the years trading smiles for my tears, | |
The night is now lost, the sun now appears over the fields and through the towns, | |
Baby please... |