| Song | Mass Transit |
| Artist | Tryptamine |
| Album | Metaphysical |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tristin Morin | |
| 作曲 : Charles F. Moreland III/Tristin Morin | |
| All of a sudden | |
| Essential to bed sheets | |
| Skin of polyphony lies next to me | |
| While questioning our fate | |
| She reaches across brain waves | |
| Fingers tip explicitly | |
| They do | |
| I fell in love with you that day | |
| Watching you, watching me | |
| Watching death curl in the wake | |
| We didn't know it then | |
| Now we do | |
| But now you're 13,000 miles away | |
| The other night in a dream | |
| Created this machine | |
| With blueprints for a teleportation device | |
| With it I could feel your lips | |
| Even the soft touch of your finger tips | |
| Waking up and thinking damn.. | |
| Wouldn't it be nice? |
| zuo ci : Tristin Morin | |
| zuo qu : Charles F. Moreland III Tristin Morin | |
| All of a sudden | |
| Essential to bed sheets | |
| Skin of polyphony lies next to me | |
| While questioning our fate | |
| She reaches across brain waves | |
| Fingers tip explicitly | |
| They do | |
| I fell in love with you that day | |
| Watching you, watching me | |
| Watching death curl in the wake | |
| We didn' t know it then | |
| Now we do | |
| But now you' re 13, 000 miles away | |
| The other night in a dream | |
| Created this machine | |
| With blueprints for a teleportation device | |
| With it I could feel your lips | |
| Even the soft touch of your finger tips | |
| Waking up and thinking damn.. | |
| Wouldn' t it be nice? |
| zuò cí : Tristin Morin | |
| zuò qǔ : Charles F. Moreland III Tristin Morin | |
| All of a sudden | |
| Essential to bed sheets | |
| Skin of polyphony lies next to me | |
| While questioning our fate | |
| She reaches across brain waves | |
| Fingers tip explicitly | |
| They do | |
| I fell in love with you that day | |
| Watching you, watching me | |
| Watching death curl in the wake | |
| We didn' t know it then | |
| Now we do | |
| But now you' re 13, 000 miles away | |
| The other night in a dream | |
| Created this machine | |
| With blueprints for a teleportation device | |
| With it I could feel your lips | |
| Even the soft touch of your finger tips | |
| Waking up and thinking damn.. | |
| Wouldn' t it be nice? |