| 作词 : Cabic | |
| Nameless as the way we started | |
| I'd like to go | |
| Back to time before name | |
| Name for all we know | |
| When the room was filled with chances | |
| No one would take | |
| We collided with them | |
| Knowing chances fade | |
| Proving that to keep from hiding | |
| Means you must play on a nerve | |
| Under the weight of skin and bone | |
| Dotted lines divide | |
| The shape of things to come | |
| Giving up anticipation | |
| For certainty | |
| Wasn't nearly as good | |
| As we hoped it'd be | |
| Pulling back the sheets and covers | |
| Only to find | |
| The freight and baggage that grows | |
| On the family tree | |
| If loving only comes with effort | |
| Could we still be on a nerve | |
| Under the weight of skin and bone | |
| Dotted lines divide | |
| The shape of things to come | |
| Feeling on the edge of being | |
| Taken aback | |
| By the damage we did | |
| With the sense we lack | |
| Thieving over intonation | |
| Tuning at last on a nerve | |
| Under the weight of skin and bone | |
| Dotted lines divide | |
| The shape of things to come |
| zuo ci : Cabic | |
| Nameless as the way we started | |
| I' d like to go | |
| Back to time before name | |
| Name for all we know | |
| When the room was filled with chances | |
| No one would take | |
| We collided with them | |
| Knowing chances fade | |
| Proving that to keep from hiding | |
| Means you must play on a nerve | |
| Under the weight of skin and bone | |
| Dotted lines divide | |
| The shape of things to come | |
| Giving up anticipation | |
| For certainty | |
| Wasn' t nearly as good | |
| As we hoped it' d be | |
| Pulling back the sheets and covers | |
| Only to find | |
| The freight and baggage that grows | |
| On the family tree | |
| If loving only comes with effort | |
| Could we still be on a nerve | |
| Under the weight of skin and bone | |
| Dotted lines divide | |
| The shape of things to come | |
| Feeling on the edge of being | |
| Taken aback | |
| By the damage we did | |
| With the sense we lack | |
| Thieving over intonation | |
| Tuning at last on a nerve | |
| Under the weight of skin and bone | |
| Dotted lines divide | |
| The shape of things to come |
| zuò cí : Cabic | |
| Nameless as the way we started | |
| I' d like to go | |
| Back to time before name | |
| Name for all we know | |
| When the room was filled with chances | |
| No one would take | |
| We collided with them | |
| Knowing chances fade | |
| Proving that to keep from hiding | |
| Means you must play on a nerve | |
| Under the weight of skin and bone | |
| Dotted lines divide | |
| The shape of things to come | |
| Giving up anticipation | |
| For certainty | |
| Wasn' t nearly as good | |
| As we hoped it' d be | |
| Pulling back the sheets and covers | |
| Only to find | |
| The freight and baggage that grows | |
| On the family tree | |
| If loving only comes with effort | |
| Could we still be on a nerve | |
| Under the weight of skin and bone | |
| Dotted lines divide | |
| The shape of things to come | |
| Feeling on the edge of being | |
| Taken aback | |
| By the damage we did | |
| With the sense we lack | |
| Thieving over intonation | |
| Tuning at last on a nerve | |
| Under the weight of skin and bone | |
| Dotted lines divide | |
| The shape of things to come |
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