| Song | Documents |
| Artist | Dartz! |
| Album | This Is My Ship |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dartz!, Maughan | |
| There are fields for what you think and what you feel. | |
| Paraphrase your life, they don't care for detail. | |
| A yellow paper canvas with cells for your conclusions. | |
| Sign the dotted line and law will make it truthful. | |
| They'll file us close in a heavy steel box. | |
| Cast away not guarded or locked. | |
| As we were, that's how we'll stay. | |
| Aside from the files you placed in the way. | |
| We'll smile adjacent phrases. the ink documents my mistakes. | |
| This will be the last you here from me. we can't be friends. | |
| We're nothing but paper and pens. | |
| We'll always be close in the box where we rest. | |
| R for rejected and s for success |
| zuo qu : Dartz!, Maughan | |
| There are fields for what you think and what you feel. | |
| Paraphrase your life, they don' t care for detail. | |
| A yellow paper canvas with cells for your conclusions. | |
| Sign the dotted line and law will make it truthful. | |
| They' ll file us close in a heavy steel box. | |
| Cast away not guarded or locked. | |
| As we were, that' s how we' ll stay. | |
| Aside from the files you placed in the way. | |
| We' ll smile adjacent phrases. the ink documents my mistakes. | |
| This will be the last you here from me. we can' t be friends. | |
| We' re nothing but paper and pens. | |
| We' ll always be close in the box where we rest. | |
| R for rejected and s for success |
| zuò qǔ : Dartz!, Maughan | |
| There are fields for what you think and what you feel. | |
| Paraphrase your life, they don' t care for detail. | |
| A yellow paper canvas with cells for your conclusions. | |
| Sign the dotted line and law will make it truthful. | |
| They' ll file us close in a heavy steel box. | |
| Cast away not guarded or locked. | |
| As we were, that' s how we' ll stay. | |
| Aside from the files you placed in the way. | |
| We' ll smile adjacent phrases. the ink documents my mistakes. | |
| This will be the last you here from me. we can' t be friends. | |
| We' re nothing but paper and pens. | |
| We' ll always be close in the box where we rest. | |
| R for rejected and s for success |