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

Son


Interface


Niveau de difficulté


Accent



langue de l'interface

fr

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Politique de cookies   |   Soutien   |   FAQ
1
s'inscrire / se connecter
Lyrkit

faire un don

5$

Lyrkit

faire un don

10$

Lyrkit

faire un don

20$

Lyrkit

Et/Ou soutenez-moi sur les réseaux sociaux. réseaux:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Framing Hanley

Bubbles

 

Bubbles

(album: Envy - 2020)


Listen closer
I hear the nervousness
In every word that's said
There's a revolution coming
Fueled by years of giving in

Call a doctor
Patience flat-lining
And it's this side of me
You've been known to pull from hiding
Are you aware of what you've done?

I've sat in silence
Nearly biting off my tongue
It's foolish and shameful to say
We're the same

All our lives in a bubble
Losing sight of reality
We paint the lie in pretty colors
And blur the lines and what's between

The stolen unknown, it followed us home
The stolen unknown, it followed us home
The stolen unknown, it followed us home
I'm not at my grave

Embers burning
But there's a spark missing
In the better parts of me
Reigniting all those feelings
Who are you to say I'm dead?

Your confusion
Has got you twisting facts
Your fantasy intact
Tell the story how you want to
But we both know the truth

I've sat in silence
Is this loud enough?

All our lives in a bubble
Losing sight of reality
We paint the lie in pretty colors
And blur the lines and what's between

The stolen unknown, it followed us home
The stolen unknown, it followed us home
The stolen unknown, it followed us home
But I'm not at my grave
No, I'm not at my grave

See, I'm not ready for the end just yet
No, no
I'm not ready for the end just yet

And I think
I'm better off on my own
And I think
I'm better off on my own
My own

All our lives in a bubble
Losing sight of reality
We paint the lie in pretty colors
And blur the lines and what's between

The stolen unknown, it followed us home
The stolen unknown, it followed us home
The stolen unknown, it followed us home
But I'm not at my grave
No, I'm not at my grave

No, I'm not at my grave
No, I'm...
No, no...
See, I'm not ready for the end just yet
(I'm better off on my own
I'm better off on my own)

fait

Avez-vous ajouté tous les mots inconnus de cette chanson ?