LRC歌词
[03:39.00]作曲 : Patrick Kociszewski
[03:39.00]作词 : Matthew Moller/Casper Morilla
[03:39.00]are you the light that drinks me
[03:39.00]lashing my arms tight to the sides
[03:39.00]talking a spirit to its knees
[03:39.00]cut my wave short at first tide
[03:39.00]i’ll absorb your shape and laughter
[03:39.00]as the successor to your pride
[03:39.00]
[03:39.00]successor to your pride
[03:39.00]successor to your pride
[03:39.00]
[03:39.00]with your masochists taste for position
[03:39.00]i raise my head at the sound
[03:39.00]of the endless hidden contradiction
[03:39.00]circles sweep up and around
[03:39.00]in a world that’s pregnant with fear
[03:39.00]hunting about for another breath of air
[03:39.00]
[03:39.00]heart rejection
[03:39.00]it’s just a heart rejection
[03:39.00]a successor in return
[03:39.00]a bitter scent a loaded gun
[03:39.00]
[03:39.00]i am him and i am her,
[03:39.00]i am him and i am her
[03:39.00]you are the one you love
[03:39.00]you are the one you love
[03:39.00]
[03:39.00]beware of greeks bearing gifts
[03:39.00]hell are the others
[03:39.00]you smashed a wave into the mouth of a river
[03:39.00]one after the other
[03:39.00]choose my place with folded hands
[03:39.00]to see your shape collapse with cramp
[03:39.00]a bitter scent a loaded gun
[03:39.00]a successor in return
[03:39.00]
文本歌词
作曲 : Patrick Kociszewski
作词 : Matthew Moller/Casper Morilla
are you the light that drinks me
lashing my arms tight to the sides
talking a spirit to its knees
cut my wave short at first tide
i’ll absorb your shape and laughter
as the successor to your pride
successor to your pride
successor to your pride
with your masochists taste for position
i raise my head at the sound
of the endless hidden contradiction
circles sweep up and around
in a world that’s pregnant with fear
hunting about for another breath of air
heart rejection
it’s just a heart rejection
a successor in return
a bitter scent a loaded gun
i am him and i am her,
i am him and i am her
you are the one you love
you are the one you love
beware of greeks bearing gifts
hell are the others
you smashed a wave into the mouth of a river
one after the other
choose my place with folded hands
to see your shape collapse with cramp
a bitter scent a loaded gun
a successor in return