| Song | Silent Inferno |
| Artist | The Flower Kings |
| Album | Unfold The Future |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stolt | |
| Quarter to four & the hours keep draggin' tonight | |
| Nothing is wrong but you feel that your life ain't quite right | |
| All the plans you made those years ago | |
| Looking back on that dusty road | |
| and the fading signs all read "oblivion" | |
| Stare at the ceiling, the wheelin' and dealin' begin | |
| You'll give almost anything now for some real peace within | |
| Halfway down our faces frown | |
| knowing more but still unsure | |
| All the missed opportunities | |
| fading hearts and aching bookends | |
| Quarter to four and there's something odd building inside | |
| Swimming the silence, the river is dark, warm and wide | |
| Floating the chambers the echoes start filling your head | |
| Finally fading until you don't know if you're dead... | |
| Quarter to four and the thoughts keep spinning your mind | |
| Don't dig too deep cause you may not like what you'll find | |
| Caught between what you're expected to and what is really you | |
| Could you have played your cards differently? | |
| This and more you will never know. |
| zuo ci : Stolt | |
| Quarter to four the hours keep draggin' tonight | |
| Nothing is wrong but you feel that your life ain' t quite right | |
| All the plans you made those years ago | |
| Looking back on that dusty road | |
| and the fading signs all read " oblivion" | |
| Stare at the ceiling, the wheelin' and dealin' begin | |
| You' ll give almost anything now for some real peace within | |
| Halfway down our faces frown | |
| knowing more but still unsure | |
| All the missed opportunities | |
| fading hearts and aching bookends | |
| Quarter to four and there' s something odd building inside | |
| Swimming the silence, the river is dark, warm and wide | |
| Floating the chambers the echoes start filling your head | |
| Finally fading until you don' t know if you' re dead... | |
| Quarter to four and the thoughts keep spinning your mind | |
| Don' t dig too deep cause you may not like what you' ll find | |
| Caught between what you' re expected to and what is really you | |
| Could you have played your cards differently? | |
| This and more you will never know. |
| zuò cí : Stolt | |
| Quarter to four the hours keep draggin' tonight | |
| Nothing is wrong but you feel that your life ain' t quite right | |
| All the plans you made those years ago | |
| Looking back on that dusty road | |
| and the fading signs all read " oblivion" | |
| Stare at the ceiling, the wheelin' and dealin' begin | |
| You' ll give almost anything now for some real peace within | |
| Halfway down our faces frown | |
| knowing more but still unsure | |
| All the missed opportunities | |
| fading hearts and aching bookends | |
| Quarter to four and there' s something odd building inside | |
| Swimming the silence, the river is dark, warm and wide | |
| Floating the chambers the echoes start filling your head | |
| Finally fading until you don' t know if you' re dead... | |
| Quarter to four and the thoughts keep spinning your mind | |
| Don' t dig too deep cause you may not like what you' ll find | |
| Caught between what you' re expected to and what is really you | |
| Could you have played your cards differently? | |
| This and more you will never know. |