Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Incubus
Nice car. Where'd you get your ride? A trophy? Badge of honor? Overcompensation? Price tags advertise your pride. Since when did what we pay for colored cloth gauge our gravity? Yeah you got your little world. Picture.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Incubus
1. I dig my toes into the sand. The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket. I lean against the wind, pretend that i am weightless and in this moment i am happy. I wish you were.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Incubus
I know you vie for the good ol' days. And with less of us around, we were a cinch to sway. Does it feel like it's the end of the world. Well maybe it is, but when was it not. Cause it's true, me and you. We are all.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Incubus
You're happy all the time. I just don't understand why I can't be happy too. Your smiles are salt in the wound. A slap upon a back that's been toiling in the sun. When will I get mine? Or must I be a god-fearing, white.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Incubus
I only go where I'm wanted. You go only where you want. I aim to be more like you. There is a ghost in my house. Rattling handles on every door. Show us an open window or two. Would you? Doors are starting to close. And.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Incubus
Lời bài hát Talk Shows On Mute. Take a bow the gun powder. Wash 'em out with buzzing lights. Pay an audience to care. 'Impress me' personality. Still and transfixed. The electric sheep are dreaming of your face. Enjoy you.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Incubus
I keep getting attacked by. The girl in the black hat. The girl in the black hat. I can't find any shade. But I'll be suede as long as I got a switchblade. I keep getting the eye from. The girl in the thigh highs. The.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Incubus
Do you read me, mayday. Aeronaut to base. I confess I'm a mess. No egress. Alone, hovering in space. Is there anyone out there. Why the third degree? Never knew. Until you. How silence could be so sonorous and.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Incubus
Is everything a baited hook? And are there locks on all doors? If you're looking for an open book. Look no further, I am yours. We'll behave like animals. Swing from tree to tree. We can do anything. That turns you up.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Incubus
Met my match today. Felt the blood rushing and mingling. A curious and enigmatic thing. Spiders in my dreams. Synchronicity weaves like a web. When you were meant to be a meal. I want you bad! I want you bad! I.