| 歌曲 | A Life of Possibilities |
| 歌手 | The Dismemberment Plan |
| 专辑 | Emergency & I |
| 作曲 : Dismemberment Plan | |
| You dig down underground now | |
| Through the soil, through the cooling clay | |
| As the din fades above you | |
| You’re moving | |
| You’re secret | |
| You’re nowhere | |
| It’s all good | |
| And no lights lead you onwards | |
| No signs point you on your way | |
| Just earth in all directions | |
| It’s endless | |
| It’s mapless | |
| No compass | |
| No north star | |
| You’re all gone ‘cause they can’t find you | |
| You’re lost ‘cause they don’t know the way | |
| They blame themselves they blame each other | |
| They’re angry | |
| They’re sorry | |
| They’re worried | |
| You don’t care | |
| The shovels scrape somewhere up there | |
| They just want to know if you’re | |
| OK Morse code tapped with hammers | |
| You hear it | |
| You know it | |
| You’re on your way | |
| Oh, but at some point you’ve gotta come up for air | |
| You wipe the rocks and mud and dirt out of your hair | |
| You’re blind and queasy with a growing sense of despair | |
| You don’t know anyone | |
| You look around trying to find someone you know | |
| You put your hand up in the air | |
| Just kinda wave hello | |
| But if they do care, oh, they’re not letting it show | |
| This can’t be new to you | |
| There’s a feeling coming back | |
| Connected by a thread | |
| Pulling at your hands like a spider web | |
| Like a kite that isn’t there… | |
| If it’s a life of possibilities | |
| That pulls you away that claws and tears | |
| And challenges you to stay, well, then | |
| If it’s a life of possibilities | |
| That you’ve gotta live then | |
| Don’t be surprised when they don’t remember you | |
| Or simply don’t want to, yea yea yea… |
| zuò qǔ : Dismemberment Plan | |
| You dig down underground now | |
| Through the soil, through the cooling clay | |
| As the din fades above you | |
| You' re moving | |
| You' re secret | |
| You' re nowhere | |
| It' s all good | |
| And no lights lead you onwards | |
| No signs point you on your way | |
| Just earth in all directions | |
| It' s endless | |
| It' s mapless | |
| No compass | |
| No north star | |
| You' re all gone ' cause they can' t find you | |
| You' re lost ' cause they don' t know the way | |
| They blame themselves they blame each other | |
| They' re angry | |
| They' re sorry | |
| They' re worried | |
| You don' t care | |
| The shovels scrape somewhere up there | |
| They just want to know if you' re | |
| OK Morse code tapped with hammers | |
| You hear it | |
| You know it | |
| You' re on your way | |
| Oh, but at some point you' ve gotta come up for air | |
| You wipe the rocks and mud and dirt out of your hair | |
| You' re blind and queasy with a growing sense of despair | |
| You don' t know anyone | |
| You look around trying to find someone you know | |
| You put your hand up in the air | |
| Just kinda wave hello | |
| But if they do care, oh, they' re not letting it show | |
| This can' t be new to you | |
| There' s a feeling coming back | |
| Connected by a thread | |
| Pulling at your hands like a spider web | |
| Like a kite that isn' t there | |
| If it' s a life of possibilities | |
| That pulls you away that claws and tears | |
| And challenges you to stay, well, then | |
| If it' s a life of possibilities | |
| That you' ve gotta live then | |
| Don' t be surprised when they don' t remember you | |
| Or simply don' t want to, yea yea yea |