Take Two - Madison Cunningham.lrc

LRC歌词下载
[00:00.000] 作词 : Madison Cunningham
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Madison Cunningham
[00:17.181] You know I'm afraid to write a simple song
[00:23.820] Not out of shape as you are at being wrong
[00:29.706] And the people that we were are now dying in reverse
[00:36.020] Are now having to work out the second part
[00:47.080] The second part
[00:55.874] Ripe as a fruit, that tired sunset's sighing
[01:02.278] Slam down the pan that used to be for frying
[01:08.444] Now it's your mouthpiece, your pipe, and your reed
[01:14.999] The line that you keep between your anger and me
[01:21.245] The thought of hurting me sometimes sets you free
[01:32.481] Sets you free
[01:41.511] You say you know every mole and skin tag
[01:48.287] Like it makes you wiser to the person I am
[01:54.536] Well, a man and his church always confusing people
[02:01.445] There's no hill steeper than trying to get to equal
[02:07.839] Trying to get to equal
[02:26.142] And the people that we were make no promise of return
[02:32.671] But appear every now and again
[02:36.528] In candles and furniture, in movies and the way they hurt
[02:43.385] Music and the way it stirs
[02:46.434] Our fingers and alphabets
[02:49.711] Ballerinas dancing up on those frets
[02:53.431] Is this as good as it gets when we get it right?
[03:03.933] Get it right
文本歌词
作词 : Madison Cunningham
作曲 : Madison Cunningham
You know I'm afraid to write a simple song
Not out of shape as you are at being wrong
And the people that we were are now dying in reverse
Are now having to work out the second part
The second part
Ripe as a fruit, that tired sunset's sighing
Slam down the pan that used to be for frying
Now it's your mouthpiece, your pipe, and your reed
The line that you keep between your anger and me
The thought of hurting me sometimes sets you free
Sets you free
You say you know every mole and skin tag
Like it makes you wiser to the person I am
Well, a man and his church always confusing people
There's no hill steeper than trying to get to equal
Trying to get to equal
And the people that we were make no promise of return
But appear every now and again
In candles and furniture, in movies and the way they hurt
Music and the way it stirs
Our fingers and alphabets
Ballerinas dancing up on those frets
Is this as good as it gets when we get it right?
Get it right