Tragedienne

	作曲 : Goodbye Tomorrow
	There's blood beneath your nails
	From clawing at the ceiling
	& pulling down answers to
	Perfect questions.
	Like blades sharpening
	You've become aware
	Of what's real.
	You're not alone
	When you feel the air
	Is apart here.
	Crashing comes the light
	Into your eyes.
	Here you dont fit
	& oh the worst is
	Learning to lose.
	A tired head is all you're left
	To take apart, faithless art
	Leaving your mind abused.
	Like blades softening
	You can hardly tell
	Salt and heal.
	You're not alone
	When you feel the air.
	Is apart here.
	Crashing comes the light
	Into your eyes

	zuò qǔ : Goodbye Tomorrow
	There' s blood beneath your nails
	From clawing at the ceiling
	pulling down answers to
	Perfect questions.
	Like blades sharpening
	You' ve become aware
	Of what' s real.
	You' re not alone
	When you feel the air
	Is apart here.
	Crashing comes the light
	Into your eyes.
	Here you dont fit
	oh the worst is
	Learning to lose.
	A tired head is all you' re left
	To take apart, faithless art
	Leaving your mind abused.
	Like blades softening
	You can hardly tell
	Salt and heal.
	You' re not alone
	When you feel the air.
	Is apart here.
	Crashing comes the light
	Into your eyes