好歌两只歌词
PLACEBO
The movie on your eyelids
I always watch you when you're dreaming
Because I know it's not of me
I smoke a dozen cancer sticks
Imagine there are two or three ways
To make you love me
And not dream of someone else
Become the movie on your eyelids
The reflection of yourself
The reflection of yourself
I cry when I listen to you breathing
Because I know there's nothing else
The conscious of that crushing feeling
To know there's no connection left
That we both go through the motions
That we're both living somewhere else
That the movie on your eyelids
Is no reflection of myself
Is no reflection of myself
Is no reflection of myself
I wanna be, I wanna be your movie...
I wanna be, I wanna be your movie...
Why can't you be me?
Why can't you be me?
Why can't you be me?
Why can't you be me?
Be me, be me, be me...
Kings Of Medicine
They're picking up pieces of me
While they're picking up pieces of you
In a bag you will be before the day is over
While you're looking for somewhere to be
Or looking for someone to do
Stupid me to believe that I could trust in stupid you
And on the back of my hand
Were directions I could understand
Now that old buzzer Johnny Walker
Has gone and ruined all our plans
Our best mate plans
Don't leave me here to pass through time
Without a map or road sign
Don't leave me here, my guiding light
'Cause I, I wouldn't know where to begin
I ask the kings of medicine
They're picking up pieces of me
While they're picking up pieces of you
Lying on ice you will be before the day is over
So case in point, baby
That you never thought it through
Stupid me to believe I could depend on stupid you
And on the tip of my tongue
Were words that always came out wrong
'Cause they were drowned in southern comfort
Left to dry out in the sun, the noon day sun
Don't leave me here to pass through time
Without a map or road sign
Don't leave me here, my guiding light
'Cause I, I wouldn't know where to begin
I ask the kings of medicine
But it seems they've lost their power
Now all I'm left with is the hour
Don't leave me here to pass through time
Without a map or road sign
Don't leave me here, my guiding light
'Cause I, I wouldn't know where to begin
I ask the kings of medicine
But it seems they've lost their power
Now all I'm left with is the hour
Don't leave me here
Don't leave me here, oh no
I wouldn't know where to begin
The movie on your eyelids
I always watch you when you're dreaming
Because I know it's not of me
I smoke a dozen cancer sticks
Imagine there are two or three ways
To make you love me
And not dream of someone else
Become the movie on your eyelids
The reflection of yourself
The reflection of yourself
I cry when I listen to you breathing
Because I know there's nothing else
The conscious of that crushing feeling
To know there's no connection left
That we both go through the motions
That we're both living somewhere else
That the movie on your eyelids
Is no reflection of myself
Is no reflection of myself
Is no reflection of myself
I wanna be, I wanna be your movie...
I wanna be, I wanna be your movie...
Why can't you be me?
Why can't you be me?
Why can't you be me?
Why can't you be me?
Be me, be me, be me...
Kings Of Medicine
They're picking up pieces of me
While they're picking up pieces of you
In a bag you will be before the day is over
While you're looking for somewhere to be
Or looking for someone to do
Stupid me to believe that I could trust in stupid you
And on the back of my hand
Were directions I could understand
Now that old buzzer Johnny Walker
Has gone and ruined all our plans
Our best mate plans
Don't leave me here to pass through time
Without a map or road sign
Don't leave me here, my guiding light
'Cause I, I wouldn't know where to begin
I ask the kings of medicine
They're picking up pieces of me
While they're picking up pieces of you
Lying on ice you will be before the day is over
So case in point, baby
That you never thought it through
Stupid me to believe I could depend on stupid you
And on the tip of my tongue
Were words that always came out wrong
'Cause they were drowned in southern comfort
Left to dry out in the sun, the noon day sun
Don't leave me here to pass through time
Without a map or road sign
Don't leave me here, my guiding light
'Cause I, I wouldn't know where to begin
I ask the kings of medicine
But it seems they've lost their power
Now all I'm left with is the hour
Don't leave me here to pass through time
Without a map or road sign
Don't leave me here, my guiding light
'Cause I, I wouldn't know where to begin
I ask the kings of medicine
But it seems they've lost their power
Now all I'm left with is the hour
Don't leave me here
Don't leave me here, oh no
I wouldn't know where to begin
