Song | The Fool's Fooling Himself |
Artist | Scott Matthews |
Album | Passing Stranger |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Matthews | |
Oh, fair child, | |
Why the hell with the innocent smile? | |
In a dream state | |
Felt his breath blowin' right out the gate. | |
Looks in disbelief. | |
Seen his life from a-way down the street. | |
Finds it hard to breathe | |
When you're in shock from the jealous thief, yey hey. | |
I only wince at your hell. | |
I was paid to except what was dead. | |
Like a fool | |
I been foolin' myself. | |
Fool like no one else. | |
I'll be there more as, | |
Losin' all control for sure, | |
I'm in debt with pain. | |
I can't bleed no more. | |
If the morning sun | |
Fills your eyes and it's sunnin' you, lord. | |
See the clown's face | |
Raise a smile to the cries that he hates. | |
Only time will tell | |
If the rose isn't red anymore, | |
And expressions are blank, | |
Then you'll know who to thank, | |
Who to thank, who to thank. | |
I only wince at your hell. | |
I was paid to except what was dead. | |
Like a fool | |
I been foolin' myself. | |
Fool like no one else. | |
I'll be there more as, | |
Losin' all control for sure, | |
I'm in debt with pain. | |
I can't bleed no more. |
zuo qu : Matthews | |
Oh, fair child, | |
Why the hell with the innocent smile? | |
In a dream state | |
Felt his breath blowin' right out the gate. | |
Looks in disbelief. | |
Seen his life from away down the street. | |
Finds it hard to breathe | |
When you' re in shock from the jealous thief, yey hey. | |
I only wince at your hell. | |
I was paid to except what was dead. | |
Like a fool | |
I been foolin' myself. | |
Fool like no one else. | |
I' ll be there more as, | |
Losin' all control for sure, | |
I' m in debt with pain. | |
I can' t bleed no more. | |
If the morning sun | |
Fills your eyes and it' s sunnin' you, lord. | |
See the clown' s face | |
Raise a smile to the cries that he hates. | |
Only time will tell | |
If the rose isn' t red anymore, | |
And expressions are blank, | |
Then you' ll know who to thank, | |
Who to thank, who to thank. | |
I only wince at your hell. | |
I was paid to except what was dead. | |
Like a fool | |
I been foolin' myself. | |
Fool like no one else. | |
I' ll be there more as, | |
Losin' all control for sure, | |
I' m in debt with pain. | |
I can' t bleed no more. |
zuò qǔ : Matthews | |
Oh, fair child, | |
Why the hell with the innocent smile? | |
In a dream state | |
Felt his breath blowin' right out the gate. | |
Looks in disbelief. | |
Seen his life from away down the street. | |
Finds it hard to breathe | |
When you' re in shock from the jealous thief, yey hey. | |
I only wince at your hell. | |
I was paid to except what was dead. | |
Like a fool | |
I been foolin' myself. | |
Fool like no one else. | |
I' ll be there more as, | |
Losin' all control for sure, | |
I' m in debt with pain. | |
I can' t bleed no more. | |
If the morning sun | |
Fills your eyes and it' s sunnin' you, lord. | |
See the clown' s face | |
Raise a smile to the cries that he hates. | |
Only time will tell | |
If the rose isn' t red anymore, | |
And expressions are blank, | |
Then you' ll know who to thank, | |
Who to thank, who to thank. | |
I only wince at your hell. | |
I was paid to except what was dead. | |
Like a fool | |
I been foolin' myself. | |
Fool like no one else. | |
I' ll be there more as, | |
Losin' all control for sure, | |
I' m in debt with pain. | |
I can' t bleed no more. |