| Song | Purpose to Melody |
| Artist | Disciple |
| Album | Scars Remain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barrett, Fife, Noah, Young | |
| I remember days gone by | |
| And what it was first like | |
| To never think that it could end | |
| Don't know what we were thinking | |
| And I reflect upon that night | |
| When we would breathe for the first time | |
| To see the hands raised high | |
| To the one we'd give our lives | |
| To this day I wouldn't change a single thing | |
| Except mistakes that separates to feel again | |
| The reason in what we give | |
| The part, the role in which we live | |
| I feel like something busting | |
| Breaking out of its own skin | |
| I feel this child escaping | |
| Outside of the heart of an old man | |
| I feel like something ripping | |
| And tearing off this callous | |
| Revealing me | |
| I never want it to end | |
| This old feeling, we're feeling again | |
| I never want it to end | |
| This old feeling, we're feeling again | |
| Through the seasons of it all | |
| There were deserts that would fall | |
| And there were peaks that we would climb | |
| But in the valley's where we shined | |
| We couldn't dream a better dream | |
| The almighty call our name | |
| And do something with nothing | |
| And give purpose to melody | |
| To this day I wouldn't change a single thing | |
| Except mistakes that separates to feel again | |
| The reason in what we give | |
| The part, the role in which we live | |
| I feel like something busting | |
| Breaking out of its own skin | |
| I feel this child escaping | |
| Outside of the heart of an old man | |
| I feel like something ripping | |
| And tearing off this callous | |
| Revealing me | |
| I never want it to end | |
| This old feeling, we're feeling again | |
| I never want it to end | |
| This old feeling, we're feeling again | |
| [Incomprehensible] | |
| I never want it to end | |
| This old feeling, we're feeling again | |
| I never want it to end | |
| This old feeling, we're feeling again |
| zuo ci : Barrett, Fife, Noah, Young | |
| I remember days gone by | |
| And what it was first like | |
| To never think that it could end | |
| Don' t know what we were thinking | |
| And I reflect upon that night | |
| When we would breathe for the first time | |
| To see the hands raised high | |
| To the one we' d give our lives | |
| To this day I wouldn' t change a single thing | |
| Except mistakes that separates to feel again | |
| The reason in what we give | |
| The part, the role in which we live | |
| I feel like something busting | |
| Breaking out of its own skin | |
| I feel this child escaping | |
| Outside of the heart of an old man | |
| I feel like something ripping | |
| And tearing off this callous | |
| Revealing me | |
| I never want it to end | |
| This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
| I never want it to end | |
| This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
| Through the seasons of it all | |
| There were deserts that would fall | |
| And there were peaks that we would climb | |
| But in the valley' s where we shined | |
| We couldn' t dream a better dream | |
| The almighty call our name | |
| And do something with nothing | |
| And give purpose to melody | |
| To this day I wouldn' t change a single thing | |
| Except mistakes that separates to feel again | |
| The reason in what we give | |
| The part, the role in which we live | |
| I feel like something busting | |
| Breaking out of its own skin | |
| I feel this child escaping | |
| Outside of the heart of an old man | |
| I feel like something ripping | |
| And tearing off this callous | |
| Revealing me | |
| I never want it to end | |
| This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
| I never want it to end | |
| This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
| Incomprehensible | |
| I never want it to end | |
| This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
| I never want it to end | |
| This old feeling, we' re feeling again |
| zuò cí : Barrett, Fife, Noah, Young | |
| I remember days gone by | |
| And what it was first like | |
| To never think that it could end | |
| Don' t know what we were thinking | |
| And I reflect upon that night | |
| When we would breathe for the first time | |
| To see the hands raised high | |
| To the one we' d give our lives | |
| To this day I wouldn' t change a single thing | |
| Except mistakes that separates to feel again | |
| The reason in what we give | |
| The part, the role in which we live | |
| I feel like something busting | |
| Breaking out of its own skin | |
| I feel this child escaping | |
| Outside of the heart of an old man | |
| I feel like something ripping | |
| And tearing off this callous | |
| Revealing me | |
| I never want it to end | |
| This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
| I never want it to end | |
| This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
| Through the seasons of it all | |
| There were deserts that would fall | |
| And there were peaks that we would climb | |
| But in the valley' s where we shined | |
| We couldn' t dream a better dream | |
| The almighty call our name | |
| And do something with nothing | |
| And give purpose to melody | |
| To this day I wouldn' t change a single thing | |
| Except mistakes that separates to feel again | |
| The reason in what we give | |
| The part, the role in which we live | |
| I feel like something busting | |
| Breaking out of its own skin | |
| I feel this child escaping | |
| Outside of the heart of an old man | |
| I feel like something ripping | |
| And tearing off this callous | |
| Revealing me | |
| I never want it to end | |
| This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
| I never want it to end | |
| This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
| Incomprehensible | |
| I never want it to end | |
| This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
| I never want it to end | |
| This old feeling, we' re feeling again |