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

Sonido


Interfaz


Nivel de dificultad


Acento



lenguaje de interfaz

es

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Política de cookies   |   Apoyo   |   FAQ
1
registro de inicio de sesión
Lyrkit

donar

5$

Lyrkit

donar

10$

Lyrkit

donar

20$

Lyrkit

Y/o apoyarme en las redes sociales. redes:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Mushroomhead

Almost Gone

 

Almost Gone

(álbum: XIII - 2003)


This can't be so all over
And out of my time I've wasted
So much of my mind is racing
To the point of no return

Drown my sorrows flood my soul
By tomorrow I'll be cold
(Wash it all away, wash it all away)
Now I'm hollow and alone
Faith is shallow
Almost gone
(Wash it all away, wash it all away)

Life can be so much colder
I doubt I'm alive, I'm faceless
Lost inside replacements
Fill the void and
Roam the earth

Drown my sorrows flood my soul
By tomorrow I'll be cold
(Wash it all away, so cold)
Now I'm hollow and alone
Faith is shallow
Almost gone

Raise the stakes what have we got to lose?
No choice in sight where's our right to choose
You can't catch a break so take what you can
Just ignore the blame you don't understand
Cracked picture frames blood stains on the mattress
Ashes to ashes, gas cans and matches
Bourbon buries all the memories
Anything to wash it all away

This can't be so all over
And out of my time I've wasted
So much of my mind is racing
To the point of no return

Drown my sorrows flood my soul
By tomorrow I'll be cold
(Wash it all away, wash it all away, wash it all away)
Now I'm hollow and alone

Raise the stakes what have we got to lose?
No choice in sight where's our right to choose
You can't catch a break so take what you can
Just ignore the blame you don't understand
Cracked picture frames blood stains on the mattress
Ashes to ashes, gas cans and matches
Bourbon buries all the memories
Anything to wash it all away

So all over
(Wash it all away)

hecho

¿Agregaste todas las palabras desconocidas de esta canción?