歌曲：War On A Feeling
歌手：Hostage Calm
专辑：Hostage Calm

Punchline - War On A Feeling
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
@ @
Refused to find the stars aligned
In skies ripe for misleading;
Reserve them my contempt.
And worlds behind their obscured lights,
Confidence depleted
In hopes that you won't find us retreating.
The more I stalled, suburban sprawl kept creeping ever closer,
Forewarned though I had been.
A family's ware, so unprepared to cope with their confinement.
It reminded me of the times
When I sit down and cry,
And hope you find someone who won't hurt you
As much as I know I do.
“Twenty-five years down the line,”
Means a hundred changing seasons:
Do you fear what might well pass?
It subsides, like how the better part of me dies.
I'm missing what the days have been stealing,
Staring up at the ceiling, waging war on a feeling.
Half-asleep machinery, the city's always driving;
Shouldn't you be too?
Motown, don't it hurt to know
Your best days are behind you?
But that midnight oil still burns.
It subsides, like how the better part of me dies
Share an evening treat on a roadside near:
I go to watch things disappear.
And we find time to wonder why things won't feel right.
(Without escape the hostage waits)
With drawn out wars on several fronts,
You might find one worth winning.
Waging war on a feeling.

War On A Feeling歌词

Hostage Calm

简介：

[ti:War On A Feeling]
[ar:Hostage Calm]
[al:Hostage Calm]
[by: ]
[00:01.00]Punchline - War On A Feeling
[00:02.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
[00:03.00]@ @
[02:55.41][02:26.35][01:57.98][01:37.73][01:20.48][01:00.73][00:44.32][00:25.69][00:13.34][00:04.00]
[00:05.40]Refused to find the stars aligned
[00:08.14]In skies ripe for misleading;
[00:10.70]Reserve them my contempt.
[00:14.33]And worlds behind their obscured lights,
[00:17.10]Confidence depleted
[00:19.57]In hopes that you won't find us retreating.
[00:27.17]The more I stalled, suburban sprawl kept creeping ever closer,
[00:31.95]Forewarned though I had been.
[00:35.98]A family's ware, so unprepared to cope with their confinement.
[00:41.06]It reminded me of the times
[00:45.02]When I sit down and cry,
[00:47.19]And hope you find someone who won't hurt you
[00:50.06]As much as I know I do.
[00:54.20]“Twenty-five years down the line,”
[00:56.58]Means a hundred changing seasons:
[02:24.58][00:58.92]Do you fear what might well pass?
[02:27.09][01:01.46]It subsides, like how the better part of me dies.
[02:31.02][01:42.40][01:05.26]I'm missing what the days have been stealing,
[02:33.49][01:44.95][01:08.00]Staring up at the ceiling, waging war on a feeling.
[01:21.93]Half-asleep machinery, the city's always driving;
[01:27.19]Shouldn't you be too?
[01:30.97]Motown, don't it hurt to know
[01:33.41]Your best days are behind you?
[01:36.05]But that midnight oil still burns.
[01:38.47]It subsides, like how the better part of me dies
[01:59.58]Share an evening treat on a roadside near:
[02:04.64]I go to watch things disappear.
[02:07.82]And we find time to wonder why things won't feel right.
[02:16.09](Without escape the hostage waits)
[02:19.70]With drawn out wars on several fronts,
[02:22.03]You might find one worth winning.
[02:52.24][02:48.59][02:43.32]Waging war on a feeling.