Song | Cut the Cord |
Artist | Charlotte Martin |
Album | Stromata |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Martin | |
Cut the Cord | |
Big sigh on my my a mountain lion, hello | |
Oxygen or baby this one's gonna blow | |
And we go up, down, up | |
And we go up and down again | |
Then we go down, up, down, up | |
We go down and up again-gain-gain | |
Three seeds cheap of turning torture into love | |
I wise up but it's not me you're thinking of | |
Gonna hold out on me | |
Gonna go out on her again | |
And you go frown for sure | |
And we're real proud you know | |
And it's the same sad love song | |
And then it's all right, all wrong | |
And then we're too weak, too strong | |
To cut the cord | |
Stronghold you told me that you weren't into storms | |
How the sky breaks into what we should have formed | |
But we are no cloud, no sun | |
And we're no rainbow that's sure | |
And we're no street, no heat | |
Just a vapor in the fog | |
And it's the same sad love song | |
And then it's all right, all wrong | |
And then we're too weak, too strong | |
To cut the cord | |
To cut the cord | |
Just enough to satisfy me | |
Just enough to gratify me | |
Just enough to blaze your fire through my desert | |
Just enough to satisfy me | |
Just enough to gratify me | |
Just enough to blaze your fire through my desert | |
Open books aren't really books without the words | |
Love's not love if it's not painfully absurd | |
And then we're hot and cold | |
And then we're hot and cold again | |
And then we're shy and bold | |
And this is crazier as friends | |
It's the same sad love song | |
And then it's all right, all wrong | |
And then we're too weak, too strong | |
And it's the same sad love song | |
And then it's all right, all wrong | |
And then we're too weak, too strong | |
To cut the cord | |
To cut the cord | |
To cut the cord | |
To cut the cord |
zuo qu : Martin | |
Cut the Cord | |
Big sigh on my my a mountain lion, hello | |
Oxygen or baby this one' s gonna blow | |
And we go up, down, up | |
And we go up and down again | |
Then we go down, up, down, up | |
We go down and up againgaingain | |
Three seeds cheap of turning torture into love | |
I wise up but it' s not me you' re thinking of | |
Gonna hold out on me | |
Gonna go out on her again | |
And you go frown for sure | |
And we' re real proud you know | |
And it' s the same sad love song | |
And then it' s all right, all wrong | |
And then we' re too weak, too strong | |
To cut the cord | |
Stronghold you told me that you weren' t into storms | |
How the sky breaks into what we should have formed | |
But we are no cloud, no sun | |
And we' re no rainbow that' s sure | |
And we' re no street, no heat | |
Just a vapor in the fog | |
And it' s the same sad love song | |
And then it' s all right, all wrong | |
And then we' re too weak, too strong | |
To cut the cord | |
To cut the cord | |
Just enough to satisfy me | |
Just enough to gratify me | |
Just enough to blaze your fire through my desert | |
Just enough to satisfy me | |
Just enough to gratify me | |
Just enough to blaze your fire through my desert | |
Open books aren' t really books without the words | |
Love' s not love if it' s not painfully absurd | |
And then we' re hot and cold | |
And then we' re hot and cold again | |
And then we' re shy and bold | |
And this is crazier as friends | |
It' s the same sad love song | |
And then it' s all right, all wrong | |
And then we' re too weak, too strong | |
And it' s the same sad love song | |
And then it' s all right, all wrong | |
And then we' re too weak, too strong | |
To cut the cord | |
To cut the cord | |
To cut the cord | |
To cut the cord |
zuò qǔ : Martin | |
Cut the Cord | |
Big sigh on my my a mountain lion, hello | |
Oxygen or baby this one' s gonna blow | |
And we go up, down, up | |
And we go up and down again | |
Then we go down, up, down, up | |
We go down and up againgaingain | |
Three seeds cheap of turning torture into love | |
I wise up but it' s not me you' re thinking of | |
Gonna hold out on me | |
Gonna go out on her again | |
And you go frown for sure | |
And we' re real proud you know | |
And it' s the same sad love song | |
And then it' s all right, all wrong | |
And then we' re too weak, too strong | |
To cut the cord | |
Stronghold you told me that you weren' t into storms | |
How the sky breaks into what we should have formed | |
But we are no cloud, no sun | |
And we' re no rainbow that' s sure | |
And we' re no street, no heat | |
Just a vapor in the fog | |
And it' s the same sad love song | |
And then it' s all right, all wrong | |
And then we' re too weak, too strong | |
To cut the cord | |
To cut the cord | |
Just enough to satisfy me | |
Just enough to gratify me | |
Just enough to blaze your fire through my desert | |
Just enough to satisfy me | |
Just enough to gratify me | |
Just enough to blaze your fire through my desert | |
Open books aren' t really books without the words | |
Love' s not love if it' s not painfully absurd | |
And then we' re hot and cold | |
And then we' re hot and cold again | |
And then we' re shy and bold | |
And this is crazier as friends | |
It' s the same sad love song | |
And then it' s all right, all wrong | |
And then we' re too weak, too strong | |
And it' s the same sad love song | |
And then it' s all right, all wrong | |
And then we' re too weak, too strong | |
To cut the cord | |
To cut the cord | |
To cut the cord | |
To cut the cord |