标题:Drown
艺人:Front Porch Step
专辑:Aware
节拍:Moderate ♩ = 95
音轨:
- Guitar - 钢弦吉他 Acoustic Guitar(steel)
- Vocals - 低音提琴 Contrabass
- Percussion - 敲击乐器
注释:Capo on first fretWell I'm sotired of the rainfallingsoftly on the groundJuste-nough to get my feet wetbut not e-nough to let me drownI've beenlaying in my bedWishingI had never wokenBegging Godto rid my headof everyword you've ever spoken,broke myknuckles on the wallbecause Ithought about the callwhere yousaid you'd always love me,do you nottell the truth at all?Well if Iever cross your mindMake sureyou write down the timesSoI will know the moments I waseating you aliveAnd now Ilayherewaiting with thehopethatImightfindsomesleepIneedsomesleepto-nightCause I've been waiting on your callbut I know it will nevercomebutI'mstillwai-tingbythephone ~And don't you dare,don'tyoudaresay you ever loved meor eventell me that you caredCause youwhat you were doing and you know what you have doneHowdare you say you miss me with yourspitstill on his tongue?I ambroken, I am beaten,I'm mis-treated and I'm tornI amcold with no directionbut I'mlost without your warmthI'm trying hardto find some hopethat I might getthe chance to breatheGet offmy mind,give back my heart,and get thefuck away from meI know Icouldn't give you much,but I knowI gave my bestYou werealways my princessand now he'ssliding up your dressAndIknow I gave the worldevery-thing I ever hadJohnny Cashsaid love would burnI neverthought it'd hurt this badWell I'm sotired of the rainfallingsoftly on the groundJuste-nough to get my feet wetbut not e-nough to let me drownI've beenlaying in my bedWishingI had never wokenBegging Godto rid my headof everyword you've ever spoken,broke myknuckles on the wallbecause Ithought about the callwhere yousaid you'd always love me,do you nottell the truth at all?Well if Iever cross your mindMake sureyou write down the timesSoI will know the moments I waseating you aliveYou are theitch that's on my backYou are thegum under my shoeYou are thehorrors of my pastYou are thechill that haunts the roomYou are thecreaking on my stepsYou arecancer, you are plagueYou are regretyou are disease,I wish thatyou would go away
