| Song | The Horizons |
| Artist | Mooncake |
| Album | Lagrange Points |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Mooncake |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Mooncake |
| [00:04.00] | The horizons, under my balcony, |
| [00:06.85] | are bearing the superior lights of the city |
| [00:09.71] | where nobody sleeps. |
| [00:12.05] | This place, where metals and bones, |
| [00:14.91] | concrete and blood were mixed |
| [00:17.15] | to erect a sanctuary for all. |
| [00:19.70] | Bad and good, this planet remembered. |
| [00:23.10] | On purpose all born naturally |
| [00:26.35] | are equipped with both rectipetality |
| [00:28.80] | and self-hatred. |
| [00:30.45] | |
| [00:31.00] | In this compact universe, |
| [00:33.18] | several techniques are extraordinarily important |
| [00:36.20] | for those who want to live and to die. |
| [00:39.56] | Settled red, green, blue |
| [00:43.77] | are the colours of breathe mechanics. |
| [00:46.76] | And every breath is a prayer. |
| [00:49.12] | And every breath is vital. |
| [00:51.55] | Morose asphalt, made of souls of those |
| [00:54.80] | who coddled the Earth till the comet's arrival |
| [00:57.62] | is a firm jacket for the lawbook. |
| [01:00.48] | And every law is a legacy. |
| [01:02.74] | And every law is deadly. |
| [01:05.00] | |
| [01:05.79] | My eyes are becoming upturned binoculars. |
| [01:08.99] | And now things around are frustrated. |
| [01:11.80] | Naked houses, |
| [01:13.26] | drunken street lamps. |
| [01:15.03] | Pained prophets are going mad, |
| [01:17.49] | beating down the sun, |
| [01:19.40] | waiting for it's reverse. |
| [01:21.74] | And against a background of all these, |
| [01:24.65] | we are the lost scenery, |
| [01:26.50] | set up for making cheap resurrections |
| [01:29.16] | every time our minds and hearts awake. |
| [01:32.60] | Oblivion is the word, |
| [01:34.75] | the horizons under my balcony whisper... |
| [01:38.35] | |
| [01:39.00] | Wobbling, the moon rises at the top of the hill. |
| [01:44.15] | This world is over. |
| [01:46.28] | This world begins. |
| [01:48.70] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Mooncake |
| [00:01.00] | zuo ci : Mooncake |
| [00:04.00] | The horizons, under my balcony, |
| [00:06.85] | are bearing the superior lights of the city |
| [00:09.71] | where nobody sleeps. |
| [00:12.05] | This place, where metals and bones, |
| [00:14.91] | concrete and blood were mixed |
| [00:17.15] | to erect a sanctuary for all. |
| [00:19.70] | Bad and good, this planet remembered. |
| [00:23.10] | On purpose all born naturally |
| [00:26.35] | are equipped with both rectipetality |
| [00:28.80] | and selfhatred. |
| [00:30.45] | |
| [00:31.00] | In this compact universe, |
| [00:33.18] | several techniques are extraordinarily important |
| [00:36.20] | for those who want to live and to die. |
| [00:39.56] | Settled red, green, blue |
| [00:43.77] | are the colours of breathe mechanics. |
| [00:46.76] | And every breath is a prayer. |
| [00:49.12] | And every breath is vital. |
| [00:51.55] | Morose asphalt, made of souls of those |
| [00:54.80] | who coddled the Earth till the comet' s arrival |
| [00:57.62] | is a firm jacket for the lawbook. |
| [01:00.48] | And every law is a legacy. |
| [01:02.74] | And every law is deadly. |
| [01:05.00] | |
| [01:05.79] | My eyes are becoming upturned binoculars. |
| [01:08.99] | And now things around are frustrated. |
| [01:11.80] | Naked houses, |
| [01:13.26] | drunken street lamps. |
| [01:15.03] | Pained prophets are going mad, |
| [01:17.49] | beating down the sun, |
| [01:19.40] | waiting for it' s reverse. |
| [01:21.74] | And against a background of all these, |
| [01:24.65] | we are the lost scenery, |
| [01:26.50] | set up for making cheap resurrections |
| [01:29.16] | every time our minds and hearts awake. |
| [01:32.60] | Oblivion is the word, |
| [01:34.75] | the horizons under my balcony whisper... |
| [01:38.35] | |
| [01:39.00] | Wobbling, the moon rises at the top of the hill. |
| [01:44.15] | This world is over. |
| [01:46.28] | This world begins. |
| [01:48.70] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Mooncake |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : Mooncake |
| [00:04.00] | The horizons, under my balcony, |
| [00:06.85] | are bearing the superior lights of the city |
| [00:09.71] | where nobody sleeps. |
| [00:12.05] | This place, where metals and bones, |
| [00:14.91] | concrete and blood were mixed |
| [00:17.15] | to erect a sanctuary for all. |
| [00:19.70] | Bad and good, this planet remembered. |
| [00:23.10] | On purpose all born naturally |
| [00:26.35] | are equipped with both rectipetality |
| [00:28.80] | and selfhatred. |
| [00:30.45] | |
| [00:31.00] | In this compact universe, |
| [00:33.18] | several techniques are extraordinarily important |
| [00:36.20] | for those who want to live and to die. |
| [00:39.56] | Settled red, green, blue |
| [00:43.77] | are the colours of breathe mechanics. |
| [00:46.76] | And every breath is a prayer. |
| [00:49.12] | And every breath is vital. |
| [00:51.55] | Morose asphalt, made of souls of those |
| [00:54.80] | who coddled the Earth till the comet' s arrival |
| [00:57.62] | is a firm jacket for the lawbook. |
| [01:00.48] | And every law is a legacy. |
| [01:02.74] | And every law is deadly. |
| [01:05.00] | |
| [01:05.79] | My eyes are becoming upturned binoculars. |
| [01:08.99] | And now things around are frustrated. |
| [01:11.80] | Naked houses, |
| [01:13.26] | drunken street lamps. |
| [01:15.03] | Pained prophets are going mad, |
| [01:17.49] | beating down the sun, |
| [01:19.40] | waiting for it' s reverse. |
| [01:21.74] | And against a background of all these, |
| [01:24.65] | we are the lost scenery, |
| [01:26.50] | set up for making cheap resurrections |
| [01:29.16] | every time our minds and hearts awake. |
| [01:32.60] | Oblivion is the word, |
| [01:34.75] | the horizons under my balcony whisper... |
| [01:38.35] | |
| [01:39.00] | Wobbling, the moon rises at the top of the hill. |
| [01:44.15] | This world is over. |
| [01:46.28] | This world begins. |
| [01:48.70] |