Song | Dazed, Beautiful and Bruised |
Artist | Catatonia |
Album | Equally Cursed & Blessed |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Catatonia, Powell | |
I've got my work cut out with you | |
You tore bits out of me | |
Your carpet burns and bruises blue | |
And there for all to see | |
But I can tell you've been through hell | |
Finally you wear it well | |
It's an accessory | |
It's time to change your uniform | |
And hand it on to me, to me | |
And I dream one day I'll find | |
The one who lives inside my mind | |
They feel the same way too | |
We've all been used | |
Dazed, beautiful and bruised | |
Dazed, beautiful and bruised | |
And blame is not a one way street | |
The widest avenue | |
But cause me grief | |
And my beliefs is harm will come to you | |
Between the lines I think you'll find | |
Lessons learned from alleys blind | |
Beauty can turn sour | |
So recognise through all the lies | |
The her of the hour, the hour | |
And I dream one day I find | |
The one who lives inside my mind | |
They feel the same way too | |
We've all been used | |
Dazed, beautiful and bruised | |
When there's nothing, nothing left to lose | |
Dazed, beautiful and bruised |
zuo ci : Catatonia, Powell | |
I' ve got my work cut out with you | |
You tore bits out of me | |
Your carpet burns and bruises blue | |
And there for all to see | |
But I can tell you' ve been through hell | |
Finally you wear it well | |
It' s an accessory | |
It' s time to change your uniform | |
And hand it on to me, to me | |
And I dream one day I' ll find | |
The one who lives inside my mind | |
They feel the same way too | |
We' ve all been used | |
Dazed, beautiful and bruised | |
Dazed, beautiful and bruised | |
And blame is not a one way street | |
The widest avenue | |
But cause me grief | |
And my beliefs is harm will come to you | |
Between the lines I think you' ll find | |
Lessons learned from alleys blind | |
Beauty can turn sour | |
So recognise through all the lies | |
The her of the hour, the hour | |
And I dream one day I find | |
The one who lives inside my mind | |
They feel the same way too | |
We' ve all been used | |
Dazed, beautiful and bruised | |
When there' s nothing, nothing left to lose | |
Dazed, beautiful and bruised |
zuò cí : Catatonia, Powell | |
I' ve got my work cut out with you | |
You tore bits out of me | |
Your carpet burns and bruises blue | |
And there for all to see | |
But I can tell you' ve been through hell | |
Finally you wear it well | |
It' s an accessory | |
It' s time to change your uniform | |
And hand it on to me, to me | |
And I dream one day I' ll find | |
The one who lives inside my mind | |
They feel the same way too | |
We' ve all been used | |
Dazed, beautiful and bruised | |
Dazed, beautiful and bruised | |
And blame is not a one way street | |
The widest avenue | |
But cause me grief | |
And my beliefs is harm will come to you | |
Between the lines I think you' ll find | |
Lessons learned from alleys blind | |
Beauty can turn sour | |
So recognise through all the lies | |
The her of the hour, the hour | |
And I dream one day I find | |
The one who lives inside my mind | |
They feel the same way too | |
We' ve all been used | |
Dazed, beautiful and bruised | |
When there' s nothing, nothing left to lose | |
Dazed, beautiful and bruised |