作词 : Thomas Flowers 作曲 : Thomas Flowers/Douglas James Eldridge/Ric Ivanisevich/Fred Nelson Jr. Even if we say we do, it don't mean that we will It don't mean that we're going to Even if we say we'll try It don't mean that we'll have the opportunity All this time weighed out unrefined Twisted and unkind, all mine All this pain, suddenly arranged A relationship that I've denied My backs against the wall I stumble and fall down, sometimes I screamOh, I'm scratchin' at my head, I'd rather be dead Than not in your arms, in your arms, in your arms Even if we say we do it don't mean that we will It don't mean that we're going to Even if we say we'll try It don't mean that we'll have the opportunity My backs against the wall I stumble and fall down, sometimes I screamOh, I'm scratchin' at my head, I'd rather be dead Than not in your arms, in your arms, in your arms My backs against the wall I stumble and fall down, sometimes I screamMy backs against the wall I stumble and fall down, sometimes I screamOh, I'm scratchin' at my head, I'd rather be dead Than not in your arms, in your arms, in your arms My backs against the wall I stumble and fall down, sometimes I scream
作词 : Thomas Flowers 作曲 : Thomas Flowers/Douglas James Eldridge/Ric Ivanisevich/Fred Nelson Jr. Even if we say we do, it don't mean that we will It don't mean that we're going to Even if we say we'll try It don't mean that we'll have the opportunity All this time weighed out unrefined Twisted and unkind, all mine All this pain, suddenly arranged A relationship that I've denied My backs against the wall I stumble and fall down, sometimes I screamOh, I'm scratchin' at my head, I'd rather be dead Than not in your arms, in your arms, in your arms Even if we say we do it don't mean that we will It don't mean that we're going to Even if we say we'll try It don't mean that we'll have the opportunity My backs against the wall I stumble and fall down, sometimes I screamOh, I'm scratchin' at my head, I'd rather be dead Than not in your arms, in your arms, in your arms My backs against the wall I stumble and fall down, sometimes I screamMy backs against the wall I stumble and fall down, sometimes I screamOh, I'm scratchin' at my head, I'd rather be dead Than not in your arms, in your arms, in your arms My backs against the wall I stumble and fall down, sometimes I scream
