| 作曲 : Zeraphine | |
| 作词 : Zeraphine | |
| Tomorrows Morning | |
| It’s so severe | |
| You stare at me through eyes unbelievably sad | |
| Are you here? | |
| Your dreams captured under your bed | |
| Could we adhere | |
| To rules and plans and these futile intents | |
| Could we break apart the ties, stop all motion | |
| The trauma’s inside of our heads | |
| Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| You persevere to fight the pain | |
| But you’re lost in this game | |
| There’s no chance | |
| Are you near? | |
| My being is finally dead | |
| You disappear | |
| In the arms of your ghost | |
| You’re entirely enclosed | |
| And you mind escapes | |
| The answers are missing | |
| The consciousness is almost shed | |
| Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning |
| zuo qu : Zeraphine | |
| zuo ci : Zeraphine | |
| Tomorrows Morning | |
| It' s so severe | |
| You stare at me through eyes unbelievably sad | |
| Are you here? | |
| Your dreams captured under your bed | |
| Could we adhere | |
| To rules and plans and these futile intents | |
| Could we break apart the ties, stop all motion | |
| The trauma' s inside of our heads | |
| Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| You persevere to fight the pain | |
| But you' re lost in this game | |
| There' s no chance | |
| Are you near? | |
| My being is finally dead | |
| You disappear | |
| In the arms of your ghost | |
| You' re entirely enclosed | |
| And you mind escapes | |
| The answers are missing | |
| The consciousness is almost shed | |
| Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning |
| zuò qǔ : Zeraphine | |
| zuò cí : Zeraphine | |
| Tomorrows Morning | |
| It' s so severe | |
| You stare at me through eyes unbelievably sad | |
| Are you here? | |
| Your dreams captured under your bed | |
| Could we adhere | |
| To rules and plans and these futile intents | |
| Could we break apart the ties, stop all motion | |
| The trauma' s inside of our heads | |
| Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| You persevere to fight the pain | |
| But you' re lost in this game | |
| There' s no chance | |
| Are you near? | |
| My being is finally dead | |
| You disappear | |
| In the arms of your ghost | |
| You' re entirely enclosed | |
| And you mind escapes | |
| The answers are missing | |
| The consciousness is almost shed | |
| Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning | |
| Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
| We buried tomorrows morning |