| 歌曲 | Destination |
| 歌手 | The Church |
| 专辑 | Starfish |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : The Church |
| [00:43.256] | Our instruments have no way of measuring this feeling |
| [00:51.505] | Can never cut below the floor, or penetrate the ceiling. |
| [00:59.727] | In the space between our houses, some bones have been discovered, |
| [01:08.758] | But our procession lurches on, as if we had recovered. |
| [01:35.578] | Draconian winter unforetold. |
| [01:44.118] | One solar day, suddenly you're old. |
| [01:52.651] | Your little envelope just makes me cold, |
| [02:01.502] | Makes destination start to unfold. |
| [02:26.242] | Our documents are useless, or forged beyond believing. |
| [02:34.691] | Page forty-seven is unsigned, I need it by this evening. |
| [02:42.942] | In the space between our cities, a storm is slowly forming. |
| [02:51.944] | Something eating up our days, I feel it every morning. |
| [03:05.383] | Destination, destination. |
| [03:36.209] | It's not a religion, it's just a technique. |
| [03:44.650] | It's just a way of making you speak. |
| [03:53.460] | Distance and speed have left us too weak, |
| [04:01.675] | And destination looks kind of bleak. |
| [04:26.703] | Our elements are burned out, our beasts have been mistreated. |
| [04:35.181] | I tell you it's the only way we'll get this road completed. |
| [04:43.423] | In the space between our bodies, the air has grown small fingers. |
| [04:52.424] | Just one caress, you're powerless, |
| [04:56.691] | like all those clapped-out swingers |
| [05:05.944] | Destination, destination. |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : The Church |
| [00:43.256] | Our instruments have no way of measuring this feeling |
| [00:51.505] | Can never cut below the floor, or penetrate the ceiling. |
| [00:59.727] | In the space between our houses, some bones have been discovered, |
| [01:08.758] | But our procession lurches on, as if we had recovered. |
| [01:35.578] | Draconian winter unforetold. |
| [01:44.118] | One solar day, suddenly you' re old. |
| [01:52.651] | Your little envelope just makes me cold, |
| [02:01.502] | Makes destination start to unfold. |
| [02:26.242] | Our documents are useless, or forged beyond believing. |
| [02:34.691] | Page fortyseven is unsigned, I need it by this evening. |
| [02:42.942] | In the space between our cities, a storm is slowly forming. |
| [02:51.944] | Something eating up our days, I feel it every morning. |
| [03:05.383] | Destination, destination. |
| [03:36.209] | It' s not a religion, it' s just a technique. |
| [03:44.650] | It' s just a way of making you speak. |
| [03:53.460] | Distance and speed have left us too weak, |
| [04:01.675] | And destination looks kind of bleak. |
| [04:26.703] | Our elements are burned out, our beasts have been mistreated. |
| [04:35.181] | I tell you it' s the only way we' ll get this road completed. |
| [04:43.423] | In the space between our bodies, the air has grown small fingers. |
| [04:52.424] | Just one caress, you' re powerless, |
| [04:56.691] | like all those clappedout swingers |
| [05:05.944] | Destination, destination. |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : The Church |
| [00:43.256] | Our instruments have no way of measuring this feeling |
| [00:51.505] | Can never cut below the floor, or penetrate the ceiling. |
| [00:59.727] | In the space between our houses, some bones have been discovered, |
| [01:08.758] | But our procession lurches on, as if we had recovered. |
| [01:35.578] | Draconian winter unforetold. |
| [01:44.118] | One solar day, suddenly you' re old. |
| [01:52.651] | Your little envelope just makes me cold, |
| [02:01.502] | Makes destination start to unfold. |
| [02:26.242] | Our documents are useless, or forged beyond believing. |
| [02:34.691] | Page fortyseven is unsigned, I need it by this evening. |
| [02:42.942] | In the space between our cities, a storm is slowly forming. |
| [02:51.944] | Something eating up our days, I feel it every morning. |
| [03:05.383] | Destination, destination. |
| [03:36.209] | It' s not a religion, it' s just a technique. |
| [03:44.650] | It' s just a way of making you speak. |
| [03:53.460] | Distance and speed have left us too weak, |
| [04:01.675] | And destination looks kind of bleak. |
| [04:26.703] | Our elements are burned out, our beasts have been mistreated. |
| [04:35.181] | I tell you it' s the only way we' ll get this road completed. |
| [04:43.423] | In the space between our bodies, the air has grown small fingers. |
| [04:52.424] | Just one caress, you' re powerless, |
| [04:56.691] | like all those clappedout swingers |
| [05:05.944] | Destination, destination. |
| [00:43.256] | 我们的仪器无法丈量这种感觉 |
| [00:51.505] | 永远切不透地板,也刺不穿天花板 |
| [00:59.727] | 在我们房屋之间的空隙里,发现了一些尸骨永远切不透地板,也刺不穿天花板 |
| [01:08.758] | 但我们的队伍仍跌撞前行,仿佛早已将其寻回 |
| [01:35.578] | 凛冬骤临,始料未及 |
| [01:44.118] | 短短一昼,你忽已迟暮 |
| [01:52.651] | 你那小小的信封只令我战栗 |
| [02:01.502] | 让终点开始铺展 |
| [02:26.242] | 我们的文件毫无用处,或是伪造得令人难信 |
| [02:34.691] | 第四十七页无人署名,我今夜之前必须拿到手 |
| [02:42.942] | 在我们城市之间的空隙里,风暴正缓缓成型 |
| [02:51.944] | 有什么东西吞噬着我们的日子,每日清晨我都感受分明 |
| [03:05.383] | 终点啊,终点 |
| [03:36.209] | 那不是信仰,只是一种技法 |
| [03:44.650] | 那不过是用来让你开口说话的方法 |
| [03:53.460] | 距离与速度已将我们耗得虚弱 |
| [04:01.675] | 而终点看起来有些黯淡萧瑟 |
| [04:26.703] | 我们的元素已然燃尽,驮兽也备受虐待 |
| [04:35.181] | 我告诉你,这是完结这段路唯一的办法 |
| [04:43.423] | 在我们身体之间的空隙里,空气长出了细碎的手指 |
| [04:52.424] | 只需一个抚摸,你就无力抗拒 |
| [04:56.691] | 像那些精疲力竭的旧情人 |
| [05:05.944] | 终点啊,终点 |