I can only come on strong
'cause I've finally found a way
To right a wrong
And all my sickness which there is
No forgiveness.
But its with you that I belong
To ask is selfish of me
But when you leave my company
Do you sometimes feel like
An amputee?
If yes,please write yes
On my ceiling.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:21.99]I can only come on strong
[00:24.00]'cause I've finally found a way
[00:29.19]To right a wrong
[00:39.66]And all my sickness which there is
[00:42.36]No forgiveness.
[00:48.00]But its with you that I belong
[01:06.54]To ask is selfish of me
[01:10.32]But when you leave my company
[01:15.54]Do you sometimes feel like
[01:18.00]An amputee?
[01:18.27]If yes,please write yes
[01:34.35]On my ceiling.
📝 纯歌词版本
I can only come on strong
'cause I've finally found a way
To right a wrong
And all my sickness which there is
No forgiveness.
But its with you that I belong
To ask is selfish of me
But when you leave my company
Do you sometimes feel like
An amputee?
If yes,please write yes
On my ceiling.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:21.99]I can only come on strong
[00:24.00]'cause I've finally found a way
[00:29.19]To right a wrong
[00:39.66]And all my sickness which there is
[00:42.36]No forgiveness.
[00:48.00]But its with you that I belong
[01:06.54]To ask is selfish of me
[01:10.32]But when you leave my company
[01:15.54]Do you sometimes feel like
[01:18.00]An amputee?
[01:18.27]If yes,please write yes
[01:34.35]On my ceiling.
You fill up my senses
Like a night in the forest
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
And...
I no longer can rely
On a friend who once kept me alive
And you won't see me take a stand
But it helped to know that
Some one thinks I am
And god it's...
The clock strikes upon the hour
As the sun begins to fade
Enough time to figure out
How to chase my blues away
I've done right up on to now
It's the l...
No psychic warning
You would leave me in mourning
From childish seductions
With familiar conclusions
High on the pavement
Then so low in the airport
N...
Trip city -Scott Matthews
Brain dead and a lot of junk
Wiggin'out like a cyber punk
Goin'round round round
Get me out of this city
Brain fry in a viru...
Brain dead and a lot of junk
Wiggin' out like a cyber punk
Goin' round, round, round
Get me out of this city
Brain fry in a virus pan
Got too high sup...
I analyze and I verify and I quantify enough
one hundred percentile
no errors, no miss
don't worry 'bout dreaming
because I don't sleep
I wish I could...