| 歌曲 | Idle at the Edge |
| 歌手 | Moemaw Naedon |
| 歌手 | Billy Hoyle |
| 专辑 | Travel Through |
| 作词 : Moemaw Naedon | |
| 作曲 : Moemaw Naedon/Billy Hoyle | |
| drop the ego from the sky and watch the mind explode | |
| the impact cleared a path to a winding road | |
| so whats the purpose to our travels | |
| if on the surface to the universe we just some dirt on a piece of gravel | |
| deprogram brain from a digital dream | |
| met the wolf trying to see the forest for the trees | |
| touched many new lows through experience | |
| life and death, yet not that serious | |
| red crows fall from the sky like a cascade | |
| dive bombing for the crawlers in the grass blades | |
| from the start fortified signals circulate | |
| we brethren from the heart of the galaxy | |
| i say a lot when the snare hit the eardrums | |
| organize my thoughts to reveal that i fear some | |
| hit the thrusters off to a better land | |
| and hope we don't land on a planet when a storm is at hand | |
| we find comfort in the same security | |
| that holds us back and leaves us wrapped up in certainty | |
| emergency, another day about to die | |
| lets watch the shadows of the leaves fade into the sky | |
| not certain why i crashed and burned and turned up fine | |
| im learning why i need to cross the line and merge with time | |
| and keep it moving only losing when i hold back | |
| and sit idle at the edge of the launch pad |
| zuò cí : Moemaw Naedon | |
| zuò qǔ : Moemaw Naedon Billy Hoyle | |
| drop the ego from the sky and watch the mind explode | |
| the impact cleared a path to a winding road | |
| so whats the purpose to our travels | |
| if on the surface to the universe we just some dirt on a piece of gravel | |
| deprogram brain from a digital dream | |
| met the wolf trying to see the forest for the trees | |
| touched many new lows through experience | |
| life and death, yet not that serious | |
| red crows fall from the sky like a cascade | |
| dive bombing for the crawlers in the grass blades | |
| from the start fortified signals circulate | |
| we brethren from the heart of the galaxy | |
| i say a lot when the snare hit the eardrums | |
| organize my thoughts to reveal that i fear some | |
| hit the thrusters off to a better land | |
| and hope we don' t land on a planet when a storm is at hand | |
| we find comfort in the same security | |
| that holds us back and leaves us wrapped up in certainty | |
| emergency, another day about to die | |
| lets watch the shadows of the leaves fade into the sky | |
| not certain why i crashed and burned and turned up fine | |
| im learning why i need to cross the line and merge with time | |
| and keep it moving only losing when i hold back | |
| and sit idle at the edge of the launch pad |