Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

صوت


واجهه المستخدم


مستوى الصعوبة


لهجة



لغة الواجهة

ar

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
1
التسجيل / تسجيل الدخول
Lyrkit

يتبرع

5$

Lyrkit

يتبرع

10$

Lyrkit

يتبرع

20$

Lyrkit

و/أو ادعمني في مواقع التواصل الاجتماعي. الشبكات:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Hotel Books

Van Nuys

 

Van Nuys

(الألبوم: Equivalency - 2017)


Every church has a steeple
And their own form of suicide
And I'd like to think if I lived through the Bible
Soon after, I would have probably died

But I have no weapons, just a lot of ammunition
And the muddy waters I'm stepping in
Until you showed me my own wisdom

I promised myself I'd never neglect another gray sky
Take another trip to Van Nuys and stop at Best Buy
To see if the record I wrote has sold enough
For me to just fade out and let time pass by

And I don't know where I stand
So I guess I'll just fall apart
Cause I know there's blood on my hands
If there's still hate in my heart

And I don't know where I stand
So I guess I'll just fall apart
Cause I know there's blood on my hands
If there's still hate in my heart

I booked a flight back to Los Angeles
I'll be back in the valley, I hope you can handle it
Cause nothing says 'I love you' quite like your iron fist
And I'm fine with it, as long as you're happy

And I guess there's a reason the artist is rarely in the painting
A self-portrait is too personal to create for sustaining
So where is God in this creation, other than our clouds?
This mystery we pray to, hoping it will water our grounds

And I don't know where I stand
So I guess I'll just fall apart
And I know there's blood on my hands
If there's still hate in my heart

And I don't know where I stand
So I guess I'll just fall apart
Cause I know there's blood on my hands
If there's still hate in my heart

Let this song be a memorial, to when I knew who I was
I'm picturing out my burial, but my heart is afraid of love
Let this song be a memorial, to when I knew who I was
I'm picturing out my burial, but my heart is afraid of love
I'm afraid of love

Let this song be a memorial, to when I knew who I was
I'm picturing out my burial, but my heart is afraid of love
I'm afraid of love

منتهي

هل قمت بإضافة كل الكلمات غير المألوفة من هذه الأغنية؟