Bright Black Eyes
作曲 : John Grant
I thought that I knew where my heart, it had landed
I thought that I'd worked it all out
I thought you'd be willing to hold me at night and
I thought that that's what I would want
But I was a blind man in love with a demon and I couldn't figure it out
Your bright black eyes have started to quench all the light in my soul
Your bright black eyes have stared to strip all the sense from my mind
This desert, it seems to have no plans of ending
So I have to make it my home
You gave me a chance, now I know I can't take it
I'd rather just be here alone
Your bright black eyes have started to quench all the light in my soul
Your bright black eyes have started to strip all the sense from my mind
I have let you play me and take me to places that I thought that I couldn't find
Your bright black eyes have started to quench all the light in my soul
Your bright black eyes have started to strip all the sense from my mind
Don't talk to me about love
This has nothing to do with that word
This is just good old-fashioned exploitation
You're not serious
So just like a dog that returns to his vomit
I guess that I do it because
I get no more pleasure from self-deprecation
It's not as much fun as it was
Your bright black eyes have started to quench all the light in my soul
Your bright black eyes have started to strip all the sense from my mind
Bright Black EyesLRC歌词
作曲 : John Grant
I thought that I knew where my heart, it had landed
I thought that I'd worked it all out
I thought you'd be willing to hold me at night and
I thought that that's what I would want
But I was a blind man in love with a demon and I couldn't figure it out
Your bright black eyes have started to quench all the light in my soul
Your bright black eyes have stared to strip all the sense from my mind
This desert, it seems to have no plans of ending
So I have to make it my home
You gave me a chance, now I know I can't take it
I'd rather just be here alone
Your bright black eyes have started to quench all the light in my soul
Your bright black eyes have started to strip all the sense from my mind
I have let you play me and take me to places that I thought that I couldn't find
Your bright black eyes have started to quench all the light in my soul
Your bright black eyes have started to strip all the sense from my mind
Don't talk to me about love
This has nothing to do with that word
This is just good old-fashioned exploitation
You're not serious
So just like a dog that returns to his vomit
I guess that I do it because
I get no more pleasure from self-deprecation
It's not as much fun as it was
Your bright black eyes have started to quench all the light in my soul
Your bright black eyes have started to strip all the sense from my mind