标题:Plans
标签:
总谱
艺人:Birds of Tokyo
节拍:
Moderate ♩ = 105
注释:We make plans to kiss the sun at night.Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types.Shedding skin you show your beauty scars.Don't forget me or who you are.You knowthis don't feel right.Who knowswhat we feel.I just met you I can read your thoughts.What they tell me is what I want.I'll keep you guessing, keep you wanting more 'Cos where we're going no one knows. Hey thereYou knowthis don't feel right.Who knowsthis could feel right.See I just met you, I swear I read your thoughts.So don't forget me or what you want.Light up the stage,make your move,give me something.So I can dance,in your light andto your rhythm.Soon it unfolds,who we are,in this mas-querade of stars.Tear of the mask,the face you hideis what I'm mis-singWe make plans tokiss the sun at night.Hopeless dreamers,hopeless types.One was turning, one was standing still.I won't forget what was promised here.You knowthis don't feel right.Who knowswhat we feel.Not sure, but I think it's either Eb & D (4th & 3rd frets) or G & A (8th & 6th).
标记:Intro1st Verse 11st Chorus2nd Verse2nd ChorusBridge3rd Verse / ChorusOutro
歌词:
We make plans to kiss the sun at night
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless times
Shedding skin, you show your beauty scars
Don't forget me or who you are
You know, this don't feel right
Who knows what we feel?
I just met you, I can read your thoughts
What they tell me is what I want
I'll keep you guessing
Keep you wanting more
'Cause where we're going
No one knows
Hey now, you know, this don't feel right
Who knows? This could feel right
See I just met you, I swear I read your thoughts
So don't forget me or what you want
Light up the stage, make your move
Give me something
So I can dance in your light
And to your rhythm
Soon it unfolds who we are
In this masquerade of stars
Tear off the mask
The face you hide is what I'm missing
We make plans to kiss the sun at night
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless times
One was turning, one was standing still
I won't forget what was promised here
You know, this don't feel right
Who knows what we feel?
