Thursday 的热门歌曲
制作
出演艺人
Thursday
表演者
Geoff Rickly
演唱
Tom Keeley
吉他
Steve Pedulla
吉他
Tim Payne
低音吉他
Tucker Rule
鼓
Andrew Everding
键盘
Gerard Way
伴唱
作曲和作词
Geoff Rickly
作词
Tom Keeley
作曲
Steve Pedulla
作曲
Tim Payne
作曲
Tucker Rule
作曲
制作和工程
Sal Villanueva
制作人
Tim Gilles
混音工程师
Dr. Timo G. Less
母带工程师
Joe Pedulla
录音工程师
Arun Venkatesh
录音工程师
Lee Zappas
助理录音工程师
歌词
Don't even take a breath
The air is cut with cyanide
In honor of the new year
The press gives us cause to celebrate
The air raid sirens
Flood barbed-wired skylines
By artifical night
As we sleep to burn the red
From our bloodless lives
Tonight we're all time bombs
On fault lines
Have we lost everything now?
Walking like each other's ghosts
Around these silent streets
The sedatives tell you everything is alright
Like calendars dying at New Year's Eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips
And swear this year will be better than the last
Jet black, the ink that spells your name
Jet black, the blood that's in your veins
Jet black, we say
"How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"
There's music playing
But we dance to the beat
Of our own black hearts
And draw diagrams
Of suicide on each other's wrists
Then trace them with razorblades
Fire to flames, strike match
Burn the words from our lips
As the dagger screams
"Love is dead"
And it's a newspaper tragedy
Have we lost what we love?
Have we said everything?
Does it change anything?
Stare at the clock
Avoid at all costs
This emptiness
Have we lost everything now?
Walking like each other's ghosts
Around these silent streets
The sedatives tell you everything is alright
Like calendars dying at New Year's Eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips
And swear this year will be better than the last
Have we lost everything now?
Walking like each other's ghosts
Around these silent streets
The sedatives tell you everything is alright
Like calendars dying at New Year's Eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips
And swear that this year, this year
Ten seconds left until midnight
Nine chances to drown ourselves in black hair dye
Eight faces turned away from the shock
Seven windows and six of them are locked
Five stories falling
Forever and ever
Three cheers to the mirror
Now there are two of us
Can we have one last dance?
Jet black, the ink that spells your name
Jet black, the blood that's in your veins
Jet black, we say
"How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"
Jet black, the ink that spells your name
Jet black, the blood that's in your veins
Jet black, we say
"How long can we take this chance not to celebrate life?"
Writer(s): Robert Keeley Iii, Timothy Payne, Steven Pedulla, Geoffrey Rickly, Thomas Rule
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