He Leaves You Cold - Passenger

네 목소리가 들리면 그땐 내 숨소리가 가빠져 그래 꽤나 오랜 시간을 나조차도 모르게 너는 날 물들여 갔나봐 어느새부터 일까 나의 시간은 너를 따라다녔고 아직 오지도 않은 너 없는 날이 벌써 부터 겁이 나 거짓말같이 너에게 다정해지는 나를 보며 넌 뭐가 있는 걸까? 왜 자꾸 나는 너를 따라 변할까 You take my breath away My everything 더 많이 많이 사랑한 쪽이 더 아프대 널 많이 많이 바라본 내가 아픈가봐 You're so cold and you're so hurtful 그래도 나는 왜일까 널 놓지 못한다 어디서부터일까 나의 마음 길이 언제부터 이렇게 네게 놓여졌나 눈을 뜨지도 않은 시간도 자꾸 생각나 미칠것 같은 사랑도 너와 함께면 할 것 같아 네가 없으면 겁나 이제는 아파 숨이라도 멈출 듯 You take my breath away My everything 더 많이 많이 사랑한 쪽이 더 아프대 널 많이 많이 바라본 내가 아픈가봐 You're so cold and you're so hurtful 그래도 나는 왜일까 널 놓지 못한다 결말이 차갑다면 읽지도 않겠지 그 누가 슬픈 얘길 들으며 웃겠니 근데 이상하게도 난 자꾸 널 펴고 한 장 한 장 어느새 빠져 읽고 있어 그렇게 어느새 숨이 멎을 듯 울고 있었어 (어느새 숨이 멎을 듯 난 흐느꼈어, 아득하게 슬픈 얘기가 뻔한데도) 이젠 덮을 수 없는 너니까 (이젠 덮을 수 없는 책이 돼버렸어, 이젠 놓은 수 없는 네가 돼버렸어) 더 많이 많이 사랑한 쪽이 더 아프대 널 많이 많이 바라본 내가 아픈가봐 You're so cold and you're so hurtful 그래도 나는 왜일까 널 놓지 못한다 (네 목소리가 들리면) (내 숨소리가 가빠져 그래)

(Ralph Murphy - Bobby Wood) He got the sunshine, I got the rain He got your loving, I got the pain He got a lifetime of love to see him through I got the mem'ries, he got you. He got your good times, I got the bad He got your sweet side, I got the sad He got forever to make your dreams come true I got your letter goodbye, he got you. Sometimes the wine taste bitter Sometimes the wine taste sweet Sometimes the only road I can see Leads me right back to your feet. He got the sunshine, I got the rain He got your loving, I got the pain He got a lifetime of love to see him through I got the mem'ries, he got you. --- Instrumental --- He got a lifetime of love to see him through I got the mem'ries, he got you. He got you baby, he got you He got you baby, baby, baby He got you, he got you baby, oh...

Do you remember how this first begun? Teeth were white and our skin was young Eyes as bright as the Spanish Sun We had nothing we could hide Now my dear we are two golden leaves Clinging desperately to winter trees Got up here like a pair of thieves While the sirens blare outside What's left to say when every word's been spoken? What's left to see when our eyes won't open? What's left to do when we've lost all hope and What's left to break when our hearts are broken? But sometimes... Do you remember how this started out? So full of hope and now we're filled with doubt A dirty joke we used to laugh about But it's not funny any more I fear I choke unless I spit it out Still smell of smoke, although the fire's gone out Can't live with you, but I die without What's left to say when every word's been spoken? What's left to see when our eyes won't open? What's left to do when we've lost all hope and What's left to break when our hearts are broken? But sometimes... What's left to say when every word's been spoken? What's left to see when our eyes won't open? What's left to do when we've lost all hope and What's left to break when our hearts are broken? But sometimes...

In the corner beside my window Hangs a lonely photograph There is no reason I'd never notice a memory that could hold me back There is a wound that's always bleeding There is a road I'm always walking And I know you'll never return to this place Gone through days without talking There is a comfort in silence So used to losing all ambition And struggling to maintain what's left There is a wound that's always bleeding There is a road I'm always walking And I know you'll never return to this place Once undone, there's only smoke Burning in my eyes to blind To cover up what really happened And force the darkness onto me There is a wound that's always bleeding There is a road I'm always walking And I know you'll never return to this place

The falling leaves Drift by my window The autumn leaves Of red and gold I see your lips The summer kisses The sunburned hands I used to hold Since you went away The days grow long And soon I'll hear Old winter's song But I miss you most of all, my darling When autumn leaves start to fall Since you went away The days grow long And soon I'll hear Old winter's song But I miss you most of all, my darling When autumn leaves start to fall Yes, I miss you most of all, my darling When autumn leaves start to fall

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour