Song | Chromatic Fades |
Artist | Autopilot Off |
Album | Make a Sound |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Across these highways | |
And deadend roads | |
You wandered down | |
For somewhere now | |
And you travel lightly | |
And the air inside is all you take | |
To carry on your way | |
Hoping lesser till the end | |
Cuz after all | |
The frames filled the wall | |
Then your ripped them down | |
After all | |
They're leaves in the fall scattered on the ground | |
You ended up | |
Back, where you began | |
And you couldnt find a face you knew | |
You were hoping | |
You could Always go back to that place | |
You wanted it to wait | |
SOmewhere we will never see again | |
Cuz after all | |
The frames filled the wall | |
Then your ripped them down | |
After all | |
They're leaves in the fall scattered on the ground | |
Chromatic Fades | |
Not when your holding on | |
Drink until the glass is gone | |
Cuz after all | |
The frames filled the wall | |
Then your ripped them down | |
After all | |
They're leaves in the fall scattered on the ground | |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Autopilot Off, Johnson |
Across these highways | |
And deadend roads | |
You wandered down | |
For somewhere now | |
And you travel lightly | |
And the air inside is all you take | |
To carry on your way | |
Hoping lesser till the end | |
Cuz after all | |
The frames filled the wall | |
Then your ripped them down | |
After all | |
They' re leaves in the fall scattered on the ground | |
You ended up | |
Back, where you began | |
And you couldnt find a face you knew | |
You were hoping | |
You could Always go back to that place | |
You wanted it to wait | |
SOmewhere we will never see again | |
Cuz after all | |
The frames filled the wall | |
Then your ripped them down | |
After all | |
They' re leaves in the fall scattered on the ground | |
Chromatic Fades | |
Not when your holding on | |
Drink until the glass is gone | |
Cuz after all | |
The frames filled the wall | |
Then your ripped them down | |
After all | |
They' re leaves in the fall scattered on the ground | |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Autopilot Off, Johnson |
Across these highways | |
And deadend roads | |
You wandered down | |
For somewhere now | |
And you travel lightly | |
And the air inside is all you take | |
To carry on your way | |
Hoping lesser till the end | |
Cuz after all | |
The frames filled the wall | |
Then your ripped them down | |
After all | |
They' re leaves in the fall scattered on the ground | |
You ended up | |
Back, where you began | |
And you couldnt find a face you knew | |
You were hoping | |
You could Always go back to that place | |
You wanted it to wait | |
SOmewhere we will never see again | |
Cuz after all | |
The frames filled the wall | |
Then your ripped them down | |
After all | |
They' re leaves in the fall scattered on the ground | |
Chromatic Fades | |
Not when your holding on | |
Drink until the glass is gone | |
Cuz after all | |
The frames filled the wall | |
Then your ripped them down | |
After all | |
They' re leaves in the fall scattered on the ground | |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Autopilot Off, Johnson |