Unit 402 Lyrics
| Song | Unit 402 |
| Artist | E for Explosion |
| Album | Reinventing The Heartbeat |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Borger, Covington | |
| I'm standing over the place on the floor that we called home | |
| Wondering who will fill this space once we've moved along | |
| Will they feel so lost... | |
| Will they hold on for dear life... | |
| Were we so wrong? | |
| Is it youth or naivety... | |
| fear or love that keeps us hanging on? | |
| I'm already finding myself lost between regrets and wishes | |
| Such as tattoos and movies in graveyards | |
| And rooftops and serious lack of pictures | |
| Soon they will sanitize | |
| And sterilize | |
| And wipe away all of our soul's glitches | |
| Staring out the window I see way more reflection | |
| Than I do city and I'm thinking I might miss this. | |
| Just get me the hell out of here | |
| Someone please... get me the hell out of here. | |
| They'll plaster all the holes to hide all of our attempts to make this our own | |
| The smell of new paint will drown the last of your perfume once we go | |
| If they ever find the place where I hid our names they'll know... | |
| I never cared if we were young or naive or | |
| Afraid as long as you weren't letting go | |
| Just get me the hell out of here | |
| Someone please... get me the hell out of here |
| zuo qu : Borger, Covington | |
| I' m standing over the place on the floor that we called home | |
| Wondering who will fill this space once we' ve moved along | |
| Will they feel so lost... | |
| Will they hold on for dear life... | |
| Were we so wrong? | |
| Is it youth or naivety... | |
| fear or love that keeps us hanging on? | |
| I' m already finding myself lost between regrets and wishes | |
| Such as tattoos and movies in graveyards | |
| And rooftops and serious lack of pictures | |
| Soon they will sanitize | |
| And sterilize | |
| And wipe away all of our soul' s glitches | |
| Staring out the window I see way more reflection | |
| Than I do city and I' m thinking I might miss this. | |
| Just get me the hell out of here | |
| Someone please... get me the hell out of here. | |
| They' ll plaster all the holes to hide all of our attempts to make this our own | |
| The smell of new paint will drown the last of your perfume once we go | |
| If they ever find the place where I hid our names they' ll know... | |
| I never cared if we were young or naive or | |
| Afraid as long as you weren' t letting go | |
| Just get me the hell out of here | |
| Someone please... get me the hell out of here |
| zuò qǔ : Borger, Covington | |
| I' m standing over the place on the floor that we called home | |
| Wondering who will fill this space once we' ve moved along | |
| Will they feel so lost... | |
| Will they hold on for dear life... | |
| Were we so wrong? | |
| Is it youth or naivety... | |
| fear or love that keeps us hanging on? | |
| I' m already finding myself lost between regrets and wishes | |
| Such as tattoos and movies in graveyards | |
| And rooftops and serious lack of pictures | |
| Soon they will sanitize | |
| And sterilize | |
| And wipe away all of our soul' s glitches | |
| Staring out the window I see way more reflection | |
| Than I do city and I' m thinking I might miss this. | |
| Just get me the hell out of here | |
| Someone please... get me the hell out of here. | |
| They' ll plaster all the holes to hide all of our attempts to make this our own | |
| The smell of new paint will drown the last of your perfume once we go | |
| If they ever find the place where I hid our names they' ll know... | |
| I never cared if we were young or naive or | |
| Afraid as long as you weren' t letting go | |
| Just get me the hell out of here | |
| Someone please... get me the hell out of here |
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