rhythm of their mother's slowmo moves
Unlike the movies tragic grammar
They like to handle their own shows
I hate fullness of misfortunes
and dreams that overlap with days
I hate fullness of decision
and understanding of always
I hate being capable of being father
not loving further than one day
I hate to missile mornings timeless
fever endless measurement in grade
I hate to pass trains with luggage
Without holding hands with you
I hate to wrestle feeling of falling deadly
and being honest without ever being true
I hate to be afraid of margins
I hate to be afraid
I hate to be afraid of margins
and when you look me through dusk
I hate kiss good night till morning
Without ever knowing if it’s the last
I hate to burn from mediocre feelings
I hate to shiver to echoes of voices
when salty trace burns on my cheeks
I hate to be afraid of margins
I hate to be afraid of margins
I hate to be precise in timing
I hate to carry names and faces lifeless
and cut myself against their blade
I hate to be inclined to name things
Exist in meaning to maximum and least
I hate to hate and let it wonder
through darken belly of the beast
I hate to miss one single wind blow
and knowing always what’s its name
and sliding down in jungle lace
I hate to know with loving endless
and thinking get the most of most of all
I hate to come to the conclusion
that anyone else could love you so
I hate to be precise in timing
I hate to carry names and faces lifeless
and cut myself against their blade
I hate to be inclined to name things
Exist in meaning to maximum and least
I hate to hate and left it wonder
through darken belly of the beast
I hate to miss one single wind blow
and knowing always what’s its name
and sliding down in jungle lace
I hate to know with loving endless
and thinking get the most of most of all
I hate to come to the conclusion
that anyone else could love you so
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:20.942]rhythm of their mother's slowmo moves
[00:23.660]Unlike the movies tragic grammar
[00:26.468]They like to handle their own shows
[00:29.474]I hate fullness of misfortunes
[00:32.600]and dreams that overlap with days
[00:35.267]I hate fullness of decision
[00:38.259]and understanding of always
[00:41.260]I hate being capable of being father
[00:44.145]not loving further than one day
[00:47.115]I hate to missile mornings timeless
[00:50.128]fever endless measurement in grade
[00:52.935]I hate to pass trains with luggage
[00:55.862]Without holding hands with you
[00:58.703]I hate to wrestle feeling of falling deadly
[01:01.743]and being honest without ever being true
[01:05.578]I hate to be afraid of margins
[01:08.602]I hate to be afraid
[01:34.092]I hate to be afraid of margins
[01:36.949]and when you look me through dusk
[01:39.731]I hate kiss good night till morning
[01:42.639]Without ever knowing if it’s the last
[01:45.784]I hate to burn from mediocre feelings
[01:51.670]I hate to shiver to echoes of voices
[01:54.462]when salty trace burns on my cheeks
[01:57.411]I hate to be afraid of margins
[02:00.342]I hate to be afraid of margins
[02:50.315]I hate to be precise in timing
[02:55.934]I hate to carry names and faces lifeless
[02:59.194]and cut myself against their blade
[03:01.827]I hate to be inclined to name things
[03:04.746]Exist in meaning to maximum and least
[03:07.649]I hate to hate and let it wonder
[03:10.442]through darken belly of the beast
[03:13.410]I hate to miss one single wind blow
[03:16.448]and knowing always what’s its name
[03:22.297]and sliding down in jungle lace
[03:25.269]I hate to know with loving endless
[03:28.101]and thinking get the most of most of all
[03:31.206]I hate to come to the conclusion
[03:34.164]that anyone else could love you so
[04:41.452]I hate to be precise in timing
[04:47.078]I hate to carry names and faces lifeless
[04:50.271]and cut myself against their blade
[04:53.043]I hate to be inclined to name things
[04:55.979]Exist in meaning to maximum and least
[04:58.900]I hate to hate and left it wonder
[05:01.820]through darken belly of the beast
[05:04.675]I hate to miss one single wind blow
[05:07.543]and knowing always what’s its name
[05:13.486]and sliding down in jungle lace
[05:16.706]I hate to know with loving endless
[05:19.278]and thinking get the most of most of all
[05:22.488]I hate to come to the conclusion
[05:25.306]that anyone else could love you so
rhythm of their mother's slowmo moves
Unlike the movies tragic grammar
They like to handle their own shows
I hate fullness of misfortunes
and dreams that overlap with days
I hate fullness of decision
and understanding of always
I hate being capable of being father
not loving further than one day
I hate to missile mornings timeless
fever endless measurement in grade
I hate to pass trains with luggage
Without holding hands with you
I hate to wrestle feeling of falling deadly
and being honest without ever being true
I hate to be afraid of margins
I hate to be afraid
I hate to be afraid of margins
and when you look me through dusk
I hate kiss good night till morning
Without ever knowing if it’s the last
I hate to burn from mediocre feelings
I hate to shiver to echoes of voices
when salty trace burns on my cheeks
I hate to be afraid of margins
I hate to be afraid of margins
I hate to be precise in timing
I hate to carry names and faces lifeless
and cut myself against their blade
I hate to be inclined to name things
Exist in meaning to maximum and least
I hate to hate and let it wonder
through darken belly of the beast
I hate to miss one single wind blow
and knowing always what’s its name
and sliding down in jungle lace
I hate to know with loving endless
and thinking get the most of most of all
I hate to come to the conclusion
that anyone else could love you so
I hate to be precise in timing
I hate to carry names and faces lifeless
and cut myself against their blade
I hate to be inclined to name things
Exist in meaning to maximum and least
I hate to hate and left it wonder
through darken belly of the beast
I hate to miss one single wind blow
and knowing always what’s its name
and sliding down in jungle lace
I hate to know with loving endless
and thinking get the most of most of all
I hate to come to the conclusion
that anyone else could love you so
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:20.942]rhythm of their mother's slowmo moves
[00:23.660]Unlike the movies tragic grammar
[00:26.468]They like to handle their own shows
[00:29.474]I hate fullness of misfortunes
[00:32.600]and dreams that overlap with days
[00:35.267]I hate fullness of decision
[00:38.259]and understanding of always
[00:41.260]I hate being capable of being father
[00:44.145]not loving further than one day
[00:47.115]I hate to missile mornings timeless
[00:50.128]fever endless measurement in grade
[00:52.935]I hate to pass trains with luggage
[00:55.862]Without holding hands with you
[00:58.703]I hate to wrestle feeling of falling deadly
[01:01.743]and being honest without ever being true
[01:05.578]I hate to be afraid of margins
[01:08.602]I hate to be afraid
[01:34.092]I hate to be afraid of margins
[01:36.949]and when you look me through dusk
[01:39.731]I hate kiss good night till morning
[01:42.639]Without ever knowing if it’s the last
[01:45.784]I hate to burn from mediocre feelings
[01:51.670]I hate to shiver to echoes of voices
[01:54.462]when salty trace burns on my cheeks
[01:57.411]I hate to be afraid of margins
[02:00.342]I hate to be afraid of margins
[02:50.315]I hate to be precise in timing
[02:55.934]I hate to carry names and faces lifeless
[02:59.194]and cut myself against their blade
[03:01.827]I hate to be inclined to name things
[03:04.746]Exist in meaning to maximum and least
[03:07.649]I hate to hate and let it wonder
[03:10.442]through darken belly of the beast
[03:13.410]I hate to miss one single wind blow
[03:16.448]and knowing always what’s its name
[03:22.297]and sliding down in jungle lace
[03:25.269]I hate to know with loving endless
[03:28.101]and thinking get the most of most of all
[03:31.206]I hate to come to the conclusion
[03:34.164]that anyone else could love you so
[04:41.452]I hate to be precise in timing
[04:47.078]I hate to carry names and faces lifeless
[04:50.271]and cut myself against their blade
[04:53.043]I hate to be inclined to name things
[04:55.979]Exist in meaning to maximum and least
[04:58.900]I hate to hate and left it wonder
[05:01.820]through darken belly of the beast
[05:04.675]I hate to miss one single wind blow
[05:07.543]and knowing always what’s its name
[05:13.486]and sliding down in jungle lace
[05:16.706]I hate to know with loving endless
[05:19.278]and thinking get the most of most of all
[05:22.488]I hate to come to the conclusion
[05:25.306]that anyone else could love you so