The Airborne Toxic Event - Gasoline
卜超 制作
Five, six, seven, eight!
All the time, awake
Youre still on my mind
But we were on our own
Almost all the time
And shell step away
For a second or two
And I close my eyes
And I think of you
We were only seventeen
We were holding in our screams
Like wed torn it from the pages
Of some lipstick magazine
And you scratch and turn
And say, "lets burn ourselves up til we scream"
Like gasoline
Those tender days
At your mothers house
And your father would find
My hand inside your blouse
But they tell me that
Youre married now
Oh my dear, I fear
I cant understand how
We were only seventeen
We were holding back our screams
Like wed torn our lives from the pages
Of some girly magazines
And you scratch and turn
And say, "lets burn these sheets down to the seams"
Like gasoline
I was only twenty one
I wasnt having any fun
And the words you said
Tore through my head
Like bullets from a gun
And I shoulda just shown up and said,
"Get in this car, lets run"
And these years have seen
So many imitations turning green
Each like the last, they go right past,
Like credits on a screen
But your memory blazes through me
Burning everything
Like gasoline
Like gasoline
Like gasoline
编辑于2008/05/24更新

Screams From The Past歌词

Zarathustra

简介：

[ti:Gasoline]
[ar:The Airborne Toxic Event]
[al:The Airborne Toxic Event]
[by:活在当下]
[00:01.31]The Airborne Toxic Event - Gasoline
[00:07.60]
[00:07.79] 卜超 制作
[00:28.18]
[00:28.41]Five, six, seven, eight!
[00:31.65]
[00:39.46]All the time, awake
[00:41.60]Youre still on my mind
[00:43.84]But we were on our own
[00:46.07]Almost all the time
[00:47.92]
[00:48.30]And shell step away
[00:50.46]For a second or two
[00:52.75]And I close my eyes
[00:54.95]And I think of you
[00:56.88]
[00:57.45]We were only seventeen
[00:59.86]We were holding in our screams
[01:02.00]Like wed torn it from the pages
[01:04.12]Of some lipstick magazine
[01:06.69]And you scratch and turn
[01:09.10]And say, \"lets burn ourselves up til we scream\"
[01:13.96]Like gasoline
[01:15.49]
[01:39.52]Those tender days
[01:41.56]At your mothers house
[01:44.31]And your father would find
[01:45.73]My hand inside your blouse
[01:48.14]
[01:48.34]But they tell me that
[01:50.38]Youre married now
[01:52.92]Oh my dear, I fear
[01:54.70]I cant understand how
[01:56.92]
[01:57.38]We were only seventeen
[01:59.75]We were holding back our screams
[02:01.90]Like wed torn our lives from the pages
[02:04.24]Of some girly magazines
[02:06.64]And you scratch and turn
[02:08.32]And say, \"lets burn these sheets down to the seams\"
[02:13.80]Like gasoline
[02:15.60]
[02:38.70]I was only twenty one
[02:40.82]I wasnt having any fun
[02:43.26]And the words you said
[02:45.90]Tore through my head
[02:47.81]Like bullets from a gun
[02:50.18]And I shoulda just shown up and said,
[02:55.49]\"Get in this car, lets run\"
[02:56.99]
[02:57.22]And these years have seen
[02:57.95]So many imitations turning green
[02:59.93]Each like the last, they go right past,
[03:02.38]Like credits on a screen
[03:04.35]But your memory blazes through me
[03:06.92]Burning everything
[03:11.56]Like gasoline
[03:13.78]Like gasoline
[03:16.01]Like gasoline

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