歌曲 | No Horizons |
歌手 | This or the Apocalypse |
专辑 | Monuments |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : This Or The Apocalypse | |
Five long years. | |
A static perimeter engulfed the sky. | |
And I think a sixth one could be deadly. | |
I am comprised of worlds, | |
Yet nothing seemed so small as my own printed hand. | |
We don't drift apart unsung, | |
We are pushed away by something dark. | |
And we do not go gently into anything at all. | |
Conviction in the dying power of your city. | |
Two dim-moon eyes stay fixed, | |
On two worlds unjarred, coinciding. | |
And all I hear is one single booming voice declaring, "Now." | |
Is it more than we bring to bear in these tactless benedictions? | |
I want to know if you doubt the way I doubt. | |
I want to know if you lie the way I lie. | |
Five long years, coinciding. |
zuo qu : This Or The Apocalypse | |
Five long years. | |
A static perimeter engulfed the sky. | |
And I think a sixth one could be deadly. | |
I am comprised of worlds, | |
Yet nothing seemed so small as my own printed hand. | |
We don' t drift apart unsung, | |
We are pushed away by something dark. | |
And we do not go gently into anything at all. | |
Conviction in the dying power of your city. | |
Two dimmoon eyes stay fixed, | |
On two worlds unjarred, coinciding. | |
And all I hear is one single booming voice declaring, " Now." | |
Is it more than we bring to bear in these tactless benedictions? | |
I want to know if you doubt the way I doubt. | |
I want to know if you lie the way I lie. | |
Five long years, coinciding. |
zuò qǔ : This Or The Apocalypse | |
Five long years. | |
A static perimeter engulfed the sky. | |
And I think a sixth one could be deadly. | |
I am comprised of worlds, | |
Yet nothing seemed so small as my own printed hand. | |
We don' t drift apart unsung, | |
We are pushed away by something dark. | |
And we do not go gently into anything at all. | |
Conviction in the dying power of your city. | |
Two dimmoon eyes stay fixed, | |
On two worlds unjarred, coinciding. | |
And all I hear is one single booming voice declaring, " Now." | |
Is it more than we bring to bear in these tactless benedictions? | |
I want to know if you doubt the way I doubt. | |
I want to know if you lie the way I lie. | |
Five long years, coinciding. |