| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Evan Stephens Hall |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Evan Stephens Hall |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:00.29] | That night when I lifted my head up |
| [00:03.23] | And I was seeing what was trembling there |
| [00:06.47] | On the edge of my restless eyelid |
| [00:09.59] | On the tip of the horizon's lash |
| [00:13.00] | On the lip of the collapsing letter |
| [00:16.04] | In the lap of the confusing moon |
| [00:19.20] | I'm reduced to an estranged illusion |
| [00:22.43] | I'm consumed by all the shit in my room |
| [00:25.57] | |
| [00:25.60] | Well then maybe if you pick my room up |
| [00:28.81] | Carve a path in my moonlit floor |
| [00:32.00] | Through the colors I adorn my body with |
| [00:35.51] | In ritual |
| [00:36.64] | A life I adore |
| [00:38.46] | |
| [00:38.55] | Nowadays I usually just get up |
| [00:41.65] | Put on a sweater from the day before |
| [00:44.84] | Like you said it's got to get better |
| [00:47.93] | I wear my shadow like a uniform |
| [00:51.09] | |
| [00:51.12] | I'm torn right through |
| [00:57.96] | Divided right in two |
| [01:03.08] | |
| [01:03.98] | So while I do align my library |
| [01:07.35] | By the colors on the spine of my books |
| [01:10.43] | When I'm looking for a resolution |
| [01:13.65] | But there's wreckage everywhere I look |
| [01:16.77] | And there's brambles scratching at the window |
| [01:20.03] | And there's silver shining on the thorns |
| [01:23.21] | I could've sworn the moon's singing to me |
| [01:26.36] | Strung in a phase so strange and torn |
| [01:29.48] | |
| [01:29.60] | Now the stars look fake and strung up |
| [01:32.94] | And the colors on the floor are worn |
| [01:36.03] | And the hues on my body are muted |
| [01:39.22] | In the shadow, my uniform |
| [01:42.39] | |
| [01:42.42] | I'm torn right through |
| [01:49.11] | Divided right in two |
| [01:55.10] | I'm lost without using |
| [02:02.11] | The brightest light I knew |
| [02:07.93] | That I knew |
| [02:11.94] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Evan Stephens Hall |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Evan Stephens Hall |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:00.29] | That night when I lifted my head up |
| [00:03.23] | And I was seeing what was trembling there |
| [00:06.47] | On the edge of my restless eyelid |
| [00:09.59] | On the tip of the horizon' s lash |
| [00:13.00] | On the lip of the collapsing letter |
| [00:16.04] | In the lap of the confusing moon |
| [00:19.20] | I' m reduced to an estranged illusion |
| [00:22.43] | I' m consumed by all the shit in my room |
| [00:25.57] | |
| [00:25.60] | Well then maybe if you pick my room up |
| [00:28.81] | Carve a path in my moonlit floor |
| [00:32.00] | Through the colors I adorn my body with |
| [00:35.51] | In ritual |
| [00:36.64] | A life I adore |
| [00:38.46] | |
| [00:38.55] | Nowadays I usually just get up |
| [00:41.65] | Put on a sweater from the day before |
| [00:44.84] | Like you said it' s got to get better |
| [00:47.93] | I wear my shadow like a uniform |
| [00:51.09] | |
| [00:51.12] | I' m torn right through |
| [00:57.96] | Divided right in two |
| [01:03.08] | |
| [01:03.98] | So while I do align my library |
| [01:07.35] | By the colors on the spine of my books |
| [01:10.43] | When I' m looking for a resolution |
| [01:13.65] | But there' s wreckage everywhere I look |
| [01:16.77] | And there' s brambles scratching at the window |
| [01:20.03] | And there' s silver shining on the thorns |
| [01:23.21] | I could' ve sworn the moon' s singing to me |
| [01:26.36] | Strung in a phase so strange and torn |
| [01:29.48] | |
| [01:29.60] | Now the stars look fake and strung up |
| [01:32.94] | And the colors on the floor are worn |
| [01:36.03] | And the hues on my body are muted |
| [01:39.22] | In the shadow, my uniform |
| [01:42.39] | |
| [01:42.42] | I' m torn right through |
| [01:49.11] | Divided right in two |
| [01:55.10] | I' m lost without using |
| [02:02.11] | The brightest light I knew |
| [02:07.93] | That I knew |
| [02:11.94] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Evan Stephens Hall |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Evan Stephens Hall |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:00.29] | That night when I lifted my head up |
| [00:03.23] | And I was seeing what was trembling there |
| [00:06.47] | On the edge of my restless eyelid |
| [00:09.59] | On the tip of the horizon' s lash |
| [00:13.00] | On the lip of the collapsing letter |
| [00:16.04] | In the lap of the confusing moon |
| [00:19.20] | I' m reduced to an estranged illusion |
| [00:22.43] | I' m consumed by all the shit in my room |
| [00:25.57] | |
| [00:25.60] | Well then maybe if you pick my room up |
| [00:28.81] | Carve a path in my moonlit floor |
| [00:32.00] | Through the colors I adorn my body with |
| [00:35.51] | In ritual |
| [00:36.64] | A life I adore |
| [00:38.46] | |
| [00:38.55] | Nowadays I usually just get up |
| [00:41.65] | Put on a sweater from the day before |
| [00:44.84] | Like you said it' s got to get better |
| [00:47.93] | I wear my shadow like a uniform |
| [00:51.09] | |
| [00:51.12] | I' m torn right through |
| [00:57.96] | Divided right in two |
| [01:03.08] | |
| [01:03.98] | So while I do align my library |
| [01:07.35] | By the colors on the spine of my books |
| [01:10.43] | When I' m looking for a resolution |
| [01:13.65] | But there' s wreckage everywhere I look |
| [01:16.77] | And there' s brambles scratching at the window |
| [01:20.03] | And there' s silver shining on the thorns |
| [01:23.21] | I could' ve sworn the moon' s singing to me |
| [01:26.36] | Strung in a phase so strange and torn |
| [01:29.48] | |
| [01:29.60] | Now the stars look fake and strung up |
| [01:32.94] | And the colors on the floor are worn |
| [01:36.03] | And the hues on my body are muted |
| [01:39.22] | In the shadow, my uniform |
| [01:42.39] | |
| [01:42.42] | I' m torn right through |
| [01:49.11] | Divided right in two |
| [01:55.10] | I' m lost without using |
| [02:02.11] | The brightest light I knew |
| [02:07.93] | That I knew |
| [02:11.94] |
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