[00:00.000] 作词 : Grant-Lee Phillips
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Grant-Lee Phillips
[00:11.933]Worry's a killer, a familiar kind
[00:17.607]One that you welcome like a friend
[00:23.162]Regret is a martyr that bleeds what-ifs
[00:27.538]And laments what might have been
[00:34.412]Stories we tell to ourselves
[00:40.734]Stories, nothing else
[00:45.518]That we'll never be loved, never enough
[00:50.819]All those fairytales
[00:57.086]Over and over, my thoughts run wild
[01:03.036]Overthinking is a curse
[01:08.373]How many of us world at our feet
[01:12.689]And we only see the dirt?
[01:19.613]Stories we tell to ourselves
[01:25.913]Stories, nothing else
[01:30.676]That we'll never be loved, never enough
[01:35.988]All those fairytales
[01:41.899]Don't go walking away, and don't be afraid
[01:47.904]None of this is writ in stone
[01:53.510]So many fables, so much dread
[01:59.154]The lines that we memorize
[02:04.845]Works of fiction that fill our heads
[02:09.182]And cloud our eyes
[02:16.033]Stories we tell to ourselves
[02:22.370]Stories, nothing else
[02:27.164]That we'll never be loved, never enough
[02:32.440]All those fairytales
[02:49.672]That we'll never be loved, never enough
[02:55.020]All those fairytales
[03:00.625]All those fairytales
[03:23.178]All those fairytales
[03:28.834]All those fairytales
[03:34.500]All those fairytales

作词 : Grant-Lee Phillips
作曲 : Grant-Lee Phillips
Worry's a killer, a familiar kind
One that you welcome like a friend
Regret is a martyr that bleeds what-ifs
And laments what might have been
Stories we tell to ourselves
Stories, nothing else
That we'll never be loved, never enough
All those fairytales
Over and over, my thoughts run wild
Overthinking is a curse
How many of us world at our feet
And we only see the dirt?
Stories we tell to ourselves
Stories, nothing else
That we'll never be loved, never enough
All those fairytales
Don't go walking away, and don't be afraid
None of this is writ in stone
So many fables, so much dread
The lines that we memorize
Works of fiction that fill our heads
And cloud our eyes
Stories we tell to ourselves
Stories, nothing else
That we'll never be loved, never enough
All those fairytales
That we'll never be loved, never enough
All those fairytales
All those fairytales
All those fairytales
All those fairytales
All those fairytales