Editors - When Anger Shows
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It creeps all over you
Like a dull ache
Think of all the things
Your hands could make
It pulls you to the ground
Like soaking wet clothes
The change in your face
When anger shows
In that moment you realise that
Something you thought
would always be there will die
Like everything else
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok
You are a sneeking liar
In your bed I will not wake you
You're the moment love has passed
We all must learn to hate you
You're a memory from before
Please don't let me forget you
You're the wolves at my door
In that moment you realise that
Something you thought
would always be there will die
Like everything else
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won't move 'til you do a days work
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won't move 'til you do a days work
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won't move 'til you do a days work
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won't move 'til you do a days work
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won't move 'til you do a days work
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won't move 'til you do a days work
How can you know
How can you know
How can you know
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I just need you to tell me it's ok
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Editors - When Anger Shows
制作
It creeps all over you
Like a dull ache
Think of all the things
Your hands could make
It pulls you to the ground
Like soaking wet clothes
The change in your face
When anger shows
In that moment you realise that
Something you thought
would always be there will die
Like everything else
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok
You are a sneeking liar
In your bed I will not wake you
You're the moment love has passed
We all must learn to hate you
You're a memory from before
Please don't let me forget you
You're the wolves at my door
In that moment you realise that
Something you thought
would always be there will die
Like everything else
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won't move 'til you do a days work
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won't move 'til you do a days work
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won't move 'til you do a days work
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won't move 'til you do a days work
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won't move 'til you do a days work
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands won't move 'til you do a days work
How can you know
How can you know
How can you know
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I just need you to tell me it's ok
END
