| Song | Peace Repackaged |
| Artist | Lionrock |
| Album | An Instinct For Detection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : MC Buzz B., Robertson | |
| The bottles are all empty, the potion?s gone | |
| Powers promised like the dawn, it just won't carry on | |
| I leave the empties on the doorstep, to be filled by time | |
| Is he a wizard or a teacher? Is she a friend of mine? | |
| I left a note and signed with haste | |
| Give me a packet of peace to taste | |
| And if you're willing, an extra crate | |
| Of any power to combat hate | |
| 'Cause though I heard that hate brings pain | |
| And I need love to take the strain | |
| A parcel of extra blessing | |
| To keep my days from guessing | |
| Oh teach me | |
| The words won't turn the way I ask them | |
| Oh reach me | |
| Show faces true before I pass them | |
| And all the world is out of key | |
| And it shrinks inside me | |
| So many faces to be friends | |
| When all the madness ends | |
| I'll leave my mind beneath the mat | |
| So you can let yourself in | |
| If you can stand the mess then stay | |
| But I'm not entertaining | |
| I feel the richness of our days | |
| Are like smoke to hold | |
| I'd make a paper heart to love you | |
| If I knew where to fold | |
| But I must sit and just keep trying | |
| Until I see the shape I seek | |
| Because I must learn to sculpt the strength | |
| For everyday that I'm weak | |
| Oh teach me | |
| The storms won't turn the way we aim them | |
| Oh reach me | |
| The dreams grow wild before we tame them |
| zuo ci : MC Buzz B., Robertson | |
| The bottles are all empty, the potion? s gone | |
| Powers promised like the dawn, it just won' t carry on | |
| I leave the empties on the doorstep, to be filled by time | |
| Is he a wizard or a teacher? Is she a friend of mine? | |
| I left a note and signed with haste | |
| Give me a packet of peace to taste | |
| And if you' re willing, an extra crate | |
| Of any power to combat hate | |
| ' Cause though I heard that hate brings pain | |
| And I need love to take the strain | |
| A parcel of extra blessing | |
| To keep my days from guessing | |
| Oh teach me | |
| The words won' t turn the way I ask them | |
| Oh reach me | |
| Show faces true before I pass them | |
| And all the world is out of key | |
| And it shrinks inside me | |
| So many faces to be friends | |
| When all the madness ends | |
| I' ll leave my mind beneath the mat | |
| So you can let yourself in | |
| If you can stand the mess then stay | |
| But I' m not entertaining | |
| I feel the richness of our days | |
| Are like smoke to hold | |
| I' d make a paper heart to love you | |
| If I knew where to fold | |
| But I must sit and just keep trying | |
| Until I see the shape I seek | |
| Because I must learn to sculpt the strength | |
| For everyday that I' m weak | |
| Oh teach me | |
| The storms won' t turn the way we aim them | |
| Oh reach me | |
| The dreams grow wild before we tame them |
| zuò cí : MC Buzz B., Robertson | |
| The bottles are all empty, the potion? s gone | |
| Powers promised like the dawn, it just won' t carry on | |
| I leave the empties on the doorstep, to be filled by time | |
| Is he a wizard or a teacher? Is she a friend of mine? | |
| I left a note and signed with haste | |
| Give me a packet of peace to taste | |
| And if you' re willing, an extra crate | |
| Of any power to combat hate | |
| ' Cause though I heard that hate brings pain | |
| And I need love to take the strain | |
| A parcel of extra blessing | |
| To keep my days from guessing | |
| Oh teach me | |
| The words won' t turn the way I ask them | |
| Oh reach me | |
| Show faces true before I pass them | |
| And all the world is out of key | |
| And it shrinks inside me | |
| So many faces to be friends | |
| When all the madness ends | |
| I' ll leave my mind beneath the mat | |
| So you can let yourself in | |
| If you can stand the mess then stay | |
| But I' m not entertaining | |
| I feel the richness of our days | |
| Are like smoke to hold | |
| I' d make a paper heart to love you | |
| If I knew where to fold | |
| But I must sit and just keep trying | |
| Until I see the shape I seek | |
| Because I must learn to sculpt the strength | |
| For everyday that I' m weak | |
| Oh teach me | |
| The storms won' t turn the way we aim them | |
| Oh reach me | |
| The dreams grow wild before we tame them |