Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
If all our life is but a dream. Fantastic posing greed. Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea. For diamonds do appear to be. Just like broken glass to me. And then she said she can't believe. Genius only comes.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
Oh, little did she know. Couldn't let me go. Already a part of her. So, often do I meet. People in between. That just can't get a hold of it. So we'll just sing it for them. Ahhh. Yeah, we'll just sing it for.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
She held the world upon a string. But she didn't ever hold me. Spun the stars on her fingernails. But it never made her happy. Cause she couldn't ever have me. She said she'd won the world at a carnival. But she could never.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
(Go on). Innocence. Sunk the glow and drowned in covers. Send for all your absent lovers things. Sheepish wolves. Looking lived-in, eating buttons. Wink, just don't put your teeth on me. (Go on). Accidents. Let the.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
Things are shaping up to be pretty odd. Little deaths in musical beds. So it seems I'm someone I've never met. You will only hear these elegant crimes. Fall on your ears from criminal dimes. They spill unfound from a.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
Things are shaping up to be pretty odd. Little deaths in musical beds. So it seems I'm someone I've never met. You will only hear these elegant crimes. Fall on your ears from criminal dimes. They spill unfound from a.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time. Come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me. Good, good now we're making some progress. Come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat. And I believe this may call for a.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross & Spencer Smith
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair. It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere. My hair, my hair. If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse. I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf. Of.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor. Just for the attention. Cause that's just ridiculously odd. Well, she sure is gonna get it. Here's the setting. Fashion magazines line the walls now. The walls line the bullet.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
When the moon fell in love with the sun. All was golden in the sky. All was golden when the day met the night. When the sun found the moon. She was drinking tea in a garden. Under the green umbrella trees. In the middle.