Sleeper In Metropolis Lyrics
| Song | Sleeper In Metropolis |
| Artist | Anne Clark |
| Album | Changing Places |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Clark, Harrow | |
| As a sleeper in metropolis | |
| You are insignificance | |
| Dreams become entangled in the system | |
| Environment moves over the sleeper | |
| Conditioned air | |
| Conditions sedated breathing | |
| The sensation of viscose sheets on naked flesh | |
| Soft and warm | |
| But lonesome in the blackened ocean of night | |
| Confined in the helpless safety of desires and dreams | |
| We fight our insignificance | |
| The harder we fight | |
| The higher the wall | |
| Outside, the cancerous city spreads | |
| Like an illness | |
| Its symptoms | |
| In cars that cruise to inevitable destinations | |
| Tailed by the silent spotlights | |
| Of society-created paranoia | |
| No alternative could grow | |
| Where love cannot take root | |
| No shadows will replace | |
| The warmth of your contact | |
| Love is dead in metropolis | |
| All contact through glove or partition | |
| What a waste | |
| The city | |
| A wasting disease |
| zuo qu : Clark, Harrow | |
| As a sleeper in metropolis | |
| You are insignificance | |
| Dreams become entangled in the system | |
| Environment moves over the sleeper | |
| Conditioned air | |
| Conditions sedated breathing | |
| The sensation of viscose sheets on naked flesh | |
| Soft and warm | |
| But lonesome in the blackened ocean of night | |
| Confined in the helpless safety of desires and dreams | |
| We fight our insignificance | |
| The harder we fight | |
| The higher the wall | |
| Outside, the cancerous city spreads | |
| Like an illness | |
| Its symptoms | |
| In cars that cruise to inevitable destinations | |
| Tailed by the silent spotlights | |
| Of societycreated paranoia | |
| No alternative could grow | |
| Where love cannot take root | |
| No shadows will replace | |
| The warmth of your contact | |
| Love is dead in metropolis | |
| All contact through glove or partition | |
| What a waste | |
| The city | |
| A wasting disease |
| zuò qǔ : Clark, Harrow | |
| As a sleeper in metropolis | |
| You are insignificance | |
| Dreams become entangled in the system | |
| Environment moves over the sleeper | |
| Conditioned air | |
| Conditions sedated breathing | |
| The sensation of viscose sheets on naked flesh | |
| Soft and warm | |
| But lonesome in the blackened ocean of night | |
| Confined in the helpless safety of desires and dreams | |
| We fight our insignificance | |
| The harder we fight | |
| The higher the wall | |
| Outside, the cancerous city spreads | |
| Like an illness | |
| Its symptoms | |
| In cars that cruise to inevitable destinations | |
| Tailed by the silent spotlights | |
| Of societycreated paranoia | |
| No alternative could grow | |
| Where love cannot take root | |
| No shadows will replace | |
| The warmth of your contact | |
| Love is dead in metropolis | |
| All contact through glove or partition | |
| What a waste | |
| The city | |
| A wasting disease |
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