Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park
'Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark?'
It's so cold, it's so cold
It's so cold, it's so cold.
Written up in marker on a factory sign
'I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine'
It's so cold, it's so cold
It's so cold, it's so cold.
See the arrow that they shot, trying to tear us apart
Take the fire from my belly and the beat from my heart
Still I won't let go
Still I won't let go.
You
Ooohooh
'Cause you do
Oh you use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven.
On every street every car every surface a name
Tonight the streets are ours
And we're writing and saying
Don't let them take control
No we won't let them take control.
Yes, I feel a little bit nervous
Yes, I feel nervous and I cannot relax
How come they're out to get us?
How come they're out when they don't know the facts?
So on concrete canvas under cover of dark
On concrete canvas, I'll go making my mark
Armed with a spray can soul
I'll be armed with a spray can soul.
You
Ooohooh
Oh, you
Ooohooh.
Yes, you
You use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven.
Woho-ooh
Woho-oooh.
It's true
When you
Use your heart as a weapon
It hurts like heaven.;
'Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark?'
It's so cold, it's so cold
It's so cold, it's so cold.
Written up in marker on a factory sign
'I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine'
It's so cold, it's so cold
It's so cold, it's so cold.
See the arrow that they shot, trying to tear us apart
Take the fire from my belly and the beat from my heart
Still I won't let go
Still I won't let go.
You
Ooohooh
'Cause you do
Oh you use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven.
On every street every car every surface a name
Tonight the streets are ours
And we're writing and saying
Don't let them take control
No we won't let them take control.
Yes, I feel a little bit nervous
Yes, I feel nervous and I cannot relax
How come they're out to get us?
How come they're out when they don't know the facts?
So on concrete canvas under cover of dark
On concrete canvas, I'll go making my mark
Armed with a spray can soul
I'll be armed with a spray can soul.
You
Ooohooh
Oh, you
Ooohooh.
Yes, you
You use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven.
Woho-ooh
Woho-oooh.
It's true
When you
Use your heart as a weapon
It hurts like heaven.;