| Song | Pressure the Hinges |
| Artist | Haste the Day |
| Album | Best of the Best |
| 作曲 : Haste The Day | |
| And now I'm running out of reasons | |
| And I spoke too soon | |
| The clock weighs on the counter top | |
| Everything is sinking through the floor | |
| You hold the door and I'll pressure the hinges | |
| Would you trust these locks? | |
| And sleep to hide you secrets? | |
| Dodging bullets is easier when you don't believe in fate. | |
| And I swear, I swear we won't make it obvious when we turn around again. | |
| What are you afraid of? | |
| Are you scared you're not alone? | |
| You keep running out | |
| Turn around again | |
| You aspire to be helpless, hopeless | |
| Burning all your dreams | |
| I'm running low on secrets that will quench your thirsty ears. | |
| And I'm counting the seconds between distraction and the moment. | |
| Fifteen seconds till melt down. | |
| Fifteen seconds till the roof will hit the floor. | |
| I see the light in the stairway and the floor is littered with maps and hotel keys. | |
| So we turn around again. | |
| What are you afraid of? | |
| Are you scared you're not alone? | |
| You keep running out | |
| Turn around again | |
| You aspire to be helpless, hopeless | |
| Burning all your dreams | |
| Wear the robe of pig skin and he'll wear the crown. | |
| He'll run and he'll run and he'll run till you stop him. | |
| I see your eyes changing and your passion's gone again. | |
| You're still running out. | |
| We desire to be comfort in this broken world you're in. | |
| Fifteen seconds till... | |
| fifteen seconds till... |
| zuò qǔ : Haste The Day | |
| And now I' m running out of reasons | |
| And I spoke too soon | |
| The clock weighs on the counter top | |
| Everything is sinking through the floor | |
| You hold the door and I' ll pressure the hinges | |
| Would you trust these locks? | |
| And sleep to hide you secrets? | |
| Dodging bullets is easier when you don' t believe in fate. | |
| And I swear, I swear we won' t make it obvious when we turn around again. | |
| What are you afraid of? | |
| Are you scared you' re not alone? | |
| You keep running out | |
| Turn around again | |
| You aspire to be helpless, hopeless | |
| Burning all your dreams | |
| I' m running low on secrets that will quench your thirsty ears. | |
| And I' m counting the seconds between distraction and the moment. | |
| Fifteen seconds till melt down. | |
| Fifteen seconds till the roof will hit the floor. | |
| I see the light in the stairway and the floor is littered with maps and hotel keys. | |
| So we turn around again. | |
| What are you afraid of? | |
| Are you scared you' re not alone? | |
| You keep running out | |
| Turn around again | |
| You aspire to be helpless, hopeless | |
| Burning all your dreams | |
| Wear the robe of pig skin and he' ll wear the crown. | |
| He' ll run and he' ll run and he' ll run till you stop him. | |
| I see your eyes changing and your passion' s gone again. | |
| You' re still running out. | |
| We desire to be comfort in this broken world you' re in. | |
| Fifteen seconds till... | |
| fifteen seconds till... |