A Bridge Over Novocaine (Tim Schaufert Remix) - Jan Blomqvist/Tim Schaufert.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作曲 : J. Freter/F. Lehmann/R. Mathiesen
[00:00.00]
[00:04.32]Something imperfect the darkest white lie
[00:08.55]And honesty’s not a preferred reply.
[00:12.71]Tip-toe’ing you - know applies the same weight.
[00:16.80]We’re grinning before our Novocaine.
[00:20.94]I’m packing my bag for another red-eye,
[00:25.20]Rewriting my story with auto-reply.
[00:29.20]The voice in my head just spitting out pain
[00:32.91]Thought I was in my bed, but I’m still on the train.
[00:37.45]If life is a road,the meaning is gold,
[00:45.52]Like the rivers that run,
[00:49.84]It’s here and it’s gone.
[00:54.09]We travel alone and call it our home,
[01:02.06]Destination unknown,
[01:06.08]Disconnect on our own.
[01:09.12]
[01:26.78]Disconnect on our own.
[01:30.78]And call it our home,
[01:35.42]Disconnect on our own.
[01:39.16]And call it our home,
[01:42.05]
[01:43.66]A bridge over a broken river runs dry.The sleeping dogs woken
[01:49.91]A dead-end road sign and nothing is so old to hide from today
[01:55.93]What else fills the gap left from words you don’t say.
[02:00.53]Nobody cares what you never had said:“no rest for the wicked” or “rest when your dead”
[02:08.52]Born blessed with a ticket a mirror in your head
[02:12.77]You can’t erase, erase engraved lead.
[02:16.76]If life is a road,the meaning is gold
[02:24.74]Like the rivers that run,
[02:29.12]It’s here and it’s gone.
[02:33.32]We travel alone and call it our home,
[02:41.35]Destination unknown
[02:45.32]Disconnect on our own.
[02:48.52]
[03:06.17]Disconnect on our own.
[03:10.12]And call it our home,
[03:14.54]Disconnect on our own.
[03:18.38]And call it our home,
[03:21.43]
文本歌词
作曲 : J. Freter/F. Lehmann/R. Mathiesen
Something imperfect the darkest white lie
And honesty’s not a preferred reply.
Tip-toe’ing you - know applies the same weight.
We’re grinning before our Novocaine.
I’m packing my bag for another red-eye,
Rewriting my story with auto-reply.
The voice in my head just spitting out pain
Thought I was in my bed, but I’m still on the train.
If life is a road,the meaning is gold,
Like the rivers that run,
It’s here and it’s gone.
We travel alone and call it our home,
Destination unknown,
Disconnect on our own.
Disconnect on our own.
And call it our home,
Disconnect on our own.
And call it our home,
A bridge over a broken river runs dry.The sleeping dogs woken
A dead-end road sign and nothing is so old to hide from today
What else fills the gap left from words you don’t say.
Nobody cares what you never had said:“no rest for the wicked” or “rest when your dead”
Born blessed with a ticket a mirror in your head
You can’t erase, erase engraved lead.
If life is a road,the meaning is gold
Like the rivers that run,
It’s here and it’s gone.
We travel alone and call it our home,
Destination unknown
Disconnect on our own.
Disconnect on our own.
And call it our home,
Disconnect on our own.
And call it our home,