Beautiful Song 歌词

Flying high on the rug With the ones you know With the ones you love With the ones you trust Riding the van, the bus The plane... again And hit the sounds Needed air to breathe, needed work to kill A nice table to sit, a clean pillow to dream Needed streets to ride, another day to start It's better to break a bed, than to break a heart I want to grow wrong If we do, we can stop the time tonight Bring all the bad ones You know you got it raw and yes you got it right! Feeding lies with stories, making up a weird glory Young puzzles on dark lights Twisted minds, how we got it? Numbers try to resist, through your watch they disappear On our memories we can't trust, all the voices talk too much On the photos you'll see what matters for someone Like me, like he, like she Like me, like he, like she It's better to break a bed than lay down and sleep! I want to grow wrong If we do, we can stop the time tonight Bring all the bad ones You know you got it raw and yes you got it right! How many times, times, times, times We've had good times?