Be Patient

	作词 : Tim Crabtree
	作曲 : Tim Crabtree
	Stealing nothing from something’s hands, I was blinding eyes bouncing off the sands
	I was paid for
	Look behind you and I’m not there. When you get to close you thin out the air
	I was over my head
	When you look at me as if you’ve never seen the wheels come off There’s cardboard filling spaces in the road
	Turn the corner laughing as the sentiment explodes
	Your gods have promised everything for you
	I’m as sick of this as you are, it’s not simple scratches, not subtle scars, this is painful (they know we know)
	Without meaning I burst through the clouds, I dried the soil out, I cracked the ground. Is this over?
	Because you look at me as if you’ve never seen the wheels come off There’s cardboard filling spaces in the pavement, in the road
	You turn the corner laughing as the sentiment explodes
	Your gods are putting everything on you

	zuò cí : Tim Crabtree
	zuò qǔ : Tim Crabtree
	Stealing nothing from something' s hands, I was blinding eyes bouncing off the sands
	I was paid for
	Look behind you and I' m not there. When you get to close you thin out the air
	I was over my head
	When you look at me as if you' ve never seen the wheels come off There' s cardboard filling spaces in the road
	Turn the corner laughing as the sentiment explodes
	Your gods have promised everything for you
	I' m as sick of this as you are, it' s not simple scratches, not subtle scars, this is painful they know we know
	Without meaning I burst through the clouds, I dried the soil out, I cracked the ground. Is this over?
	Because you look at me as if you' ve never seen the wheels come off There' s cardboard filling spaces in the pavement, in the road
	You turn the corner laughing as the sentiment explodes
	Your gods are putting everything on you