歌曲 | Ricochet |
歌手 | Blue Foundation |
专辑 | Sweep Of Days |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Yesterday my troubles seemed so far away | |
And now there's nothing left to do but watch the choices slip away | |
And all the voices ricochet – our conversation disappears | |
In recrimination – voices ricochet – they're just | |
Words in the distance, like birds inside my head, and | |
The water runs red – you're a | |
Stone on the windscreen, you shatter the world ahead | |
Voices ricochet – you can picture a big ‘thirteen', try to extinguish me | |
Relinquish me from the damage | |
It's only mortality… | |
It's the echoes of carnage | |
Now the view is all tarnished – the rest is just wreckage | |
The sky's a varnish, furnished with thoughts of flight | |
And the pain still visible in light and sound and sight | |
Dismiss the sky – voices ricochet | |
Grip is precarious | |
There's various ways the path of truth can bury us | |
Too many variables, too much chit-chat | |
Too much of this and that | |
Too much zig-zag, yin yang, yak yak | |
I'm all right, Jack, pull up the plank, I'm aboard | |
Fall on your sword – a humming repetitive | |
Feels like a sedative, nerves are the last to decay | |
Don't worry, it'll fade away | |
Voices ricochet – our conversation disappears | |
In recrimination – voices ricochet – they're just | |
Words in the distance, like birds inside my head | |
And all the manacles that bind, the pinnacles you climb | |
To the background of a cynical ‘who' and ‘what' and ‘why' | |
And ‘why not?' ‘Scuse me while I dismiss the sky | |
Voices ricochet – dismiss the sky |
Yesterday my troubles seemed so far away | |
And now there' s nothing left to do but watch the choices slip away | |
And all the voices ricochet our conversation disappears | |
In recrimination voices ricochet they' re just | |
Words in the distance, like birds inside my head, and | |
The water runs red you' re a | |
Stone on the windscreen, you shatter the world ahead | |
Voices ricochet you can picture a big ' thirteen', try to extinguish me | |
Relinquish me from the damage | |
It' s only mortality | |
It' s the echoes of carnage | |
Now the view is all tarnished the rest is just wreckage | |
The sky' s a varnish, furnished with thoughts of flight | |
And the pain still visible in light and sound and sight | |
Dismiss the sky voices ricochet | |
Grip is precarious | |
There' s various ways the path of truth can bury us | |
Too many variables, too much chitchat | |
Too much of this and that | |
Too much zigzag, yin yang, yak yak | |
I' m all right, Jack, pull up the plank, I' m aboard | |
Fall on your sword a humming repetitive | |
Feels like a sedative, nerves are the last to decay | |
Don' t worry, it' ll fade away | |
Voices ricochet our conversation disappears | |
In recrimination voices ricochet they' re just | |
Words in the distance, like birds inside my head | |
And all the manacles that bind, the pinnacles you climb | |
To the background of a cynical ' who' and ' what' and ' why' | |
And ' why not?' ' Scuse me while I dismiss the sky | |
Voices ricochet dismiss the sky |
Yesterday my troubles seemed so far away | |
And now there' s nothing left to do but watch the choices slip away | |
And all the voices ricochet our conversation disappears | |
In recrimination voices ricochet they' re just | |
Words in the distance, like birds inside my head, and | |
The water runs red you' re a | |
Stone on the windscreen, you shatter the world ahead | |
Voices ricochet you can picture a big ' thirteen', try to extinguish me | |
Relinquish me from the damage | |
It' s only mortality | |
It' s the echoes of carnage | |
Now the view is all tarnished the rest is just wreckage | |
The sky' s a varnish, furnished with thoughts of flight | |
And the pain still visible in light and sound and sight | |
Dismiss the sky voices ricochet | |
Grip is precarious | |
There' s various ways the path of truth can bury us | |
Too many variables, too much chitchat | |
Too much of this and that | |
Too much zigzag, yin yang, yak yak | |
I' m all right, Jack, pull up the plank, I' m aboard | |
Fall on your sword a humming repetitive | |
Feels like a sedative, nerves are the last to decay | |
Don' t worry, it' ll fade away | |
Voices ricochet our conversation disappears | |
In recrimination voices ricochet they' re just | |
Words in the distance, like birds inside my head | |
And all the manacles that bind, the pinnacles you climb | |
To the background of a cynical ' who' and ' what' and ' why' | |
And ' why not?' ' Scuse me while I dismiss the sky | |
Voices ricochet dismiss the sky |