歌手:Bring Me the Horizon
专辑:《This Is What The Edge Of Your Seat Was Made For》

作曲 : Oliver Sykes/Lee Malia/Matt Nicholls/Matt Kean/Curtis Ward
A cherry sunset blossoms
But we're not there to watch it fall
On the vacant canvas
We should be waiting
With our face down on the grass
Staring till our eyes give way
Let's paint this city black
While the night's still young
You
This cherry sunset withers
Our words as frail as paper
A dawn I thought we'd never see
Alone on this silent beach
Nothing we can do
There is nothing we can do
The sky, it burns itself
The sky, it burns itself
Sky, it burns itself
The sky, it burns itself
The trees rot down to nothing
Throats dry out and corpses fill the sidewalks
These promenades our graveyards
Sky, it burns itself
Sky, it burns itself
There is nothing we can do
The sky, it burns itself
And I think we're all about to ******* die
The trees rot down to nothing,
Throats dry out, corpses fill these sidewalks
These promenades our graveyards
Kneeling down on what's left
Sacrificed upon dooms day
Oh, if we could take it back
And see one last twilight
Take a picture, take a picture
Take a picture, take a picture
Take a picture
Take a picture, take a picture
Take a picture, take a picture
It will last longer
Our hands in prayer formation
Our elbows on the bed
One last try for Heaven
Thinking who wants flowers when you're dead?
You're dead
When you're dead
Cherry, cherry
Cherry, cherry
Cherry, cherry
Cherry, cherry
Cherry
A cherry sunset