[00:00.000] 作词 : Will Yip/Patrick Miranda/Ira George/Austin Cressey/William York
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Will Yip/Patrick Miranda/Ira George/Austin Cressey/William York
[00:10.468]I think I knew it from the start
[00:15.308]Eventually everything would fall apart
[00:20.080]But you believed in the stars
[00:25.052]You never thought the lights would guide you back to where you are
[00:29.563]I lost my flame and so I told you what you want
[00:34.498]Talked my way into a place where I felt safer I thought
[00:40.079]I never meant to cause you any harm
[00:44.734]I just wanted to speak it, so maybe I'd believe it
[00:54.377]Build the blame and lay it at my feet
[00:59.372]I'd break my fingers just to point them all at me
[01:04.137]It's my fault, spread the salt and I'll be gone
[01:08.502]But the wounds are left to bleed
[01:21.393]And it was never really right, your hand in mine
[01:26.109]But at the time it's what I needed for a stable mind
[01:30.908]Kept my secrets and I covered them in lies
[01:35.642]Had my reasons and I made sure they were staying disguised
[01:41.300]I was bleeding 'cause they cut me like a knife
[01:45.928]Your heart was always beating, but I wasn't meant to keep it
[01:55.526]Build the blame and lay it at my feet
[02:00.541]I'd break my fingers just to point them all at me
[02:05.243]It's my fault, spread the salt and I'll be gone
[02:09.396]But the wounds are left to bleed
[02:13.775]And I can fill the space but never find my peace
[02:19.948]You take your aim and take the better parts of me
[02:24.698]It's my fault, spread the salt and I'll be gone
[02:28.387]But the wounds are left to bleed
[02:45.513]And now we're both left with an emptiness
[02:50.515]All alone with no good left to give
[02:54.780]Love took the last of it
[02:59.782]Sometimes I wonder if I'm meant for this
[03:04.795]Will I ever have enough to give?
[03:09.288]Love took the last of it and now I'm cold and stiff
[03:25.178]Build the blame and lay it at my feet
[03:30.234]I'd break my fingers just to point them all at me
[03:34.880]It's my fault, spread the salt and I'll be gone
[03:38.703]But the wounds are left to bleed
[03:43.492]And I can fill the space but never find my peace
[03:49.446]You take your aim and take the better parts of me
[03:54.280]It's my fault, spread the salt and I'll be gone
[03:57.991]But the wounds are left to bleed
[04:01.466]No good left to give
[04:11.293]No good left to give
[04:18.803]Love took the last of it

作词 : Will Yip/Patrick Miranda/Ira George/Austin Cressey/William York
作曲 : Will Yip/Patrick Miranda/Ira George/Austin Cressey/William York
I think I knew it from the start
Eventually everything would fall apart
But you believed in the stars
You never thought the lights would guide you back to where you are
I lost my flame and so I told you what you want
Talked my way into a place where I felt safer I thought
I never meant to cause you any harm
I just wanted to speak it, so maybe I'd believe it
Build the blame and lay it at my feet
I'd break my fingers just to point them all at me
It's my fault, spread the salt and I'll be gone
But the wounds are left to bleed
And it was never really right, your hand in mine
But at the time it's what I needed for a stable mind
Kept my secrets and I covered them in lies
Had my reasons and I made sure they were staying disguised
I was bleeding 'cause they cut me like a knife
Your heart was always beating, but I wasn't meant to keep it
Build the blame and lay it at my feet
I'd break my fingers just to point them all at me
It's my fault, spread the salt and I'll be gone
But the wounds are left to bleed
And I can fill the space but never find my peace
You take your aim and take the better parts of me
It's my fault, spread the salt and I'll be gone
But the wounds are left to bleed
And now we're both left with an emptiness
All alone with no good left to give
Love took the last of it
Sometimes I wonder if I'm meant for this
Will I ever have enough to give?
Love took the last of it and now I'm cold and stiff
Build the blame and lay it at my feet
I'd break my fingers just to point them all at me
It's my fault, spread the salt and I'll be gone
But the wounds are left to bleed
And I can fill the space but never find my peace
You take your aim and take the better parts of me
It's my fault, spread the salt and I'll be gone
But the wounds are left to bleed
No good left to give
No good left to give
Love took the last of it