作曲 : Heavy Johnson | |
Building shrines to gods you'll | |
never know praying for rian | |
settling for snow. Spinning out of | |
know your name? Do you even care? | |
times to beats impaired. Do you | |
Can you live your life staring at | |
the lights naked on the ice? If it | |
comes too fast, will you get it | |
back when it all goes black? | |
Down. Goin' down. | |
Goin' down from. Down from | |
underground. | |
Icons that you hail are all | |
mechanical. | |
feeling the pull lost in the fold | |
Digging through a | |
hole os discontent | |
What did you learn? | |
or did you forget? | |
And just what should real life | |
be? Why don't you show me the | |
fiction of reality? | |
This so called life that I see | |
and just what real life should be | |
can't be what you have shown me |
zuo qu : Heavy Johnson | |
Building shrines to gods you' ll | |
never know praying for rian | |
settling for snow. Spinning out of | |
know your name? Do you even care? | |
times to beats impaired. Do you | |
Can you live your life staring at | |
the lights naked on the ice? If it | |
comes too fast, will you get it | |
back when it all goes black? | |
Down. Goin' down. | |
Goin' down from. Down from | |
underground. | |
Icons that you hail are all | |
mechanical. | |
feeling the pull lost in the fold | |
Digging through a | |
hole os discontent | |
What did you learn? | |
or did you forget? | |
And just what should real life | |
be? Why don' t you show me the | |
fiction of reality? | |
This so called life that I see | |
and just what real life should be | |
can' t be what you have shown me |
zuò qǔ : Heavy Johnson | |
Building shrines to gods you' ll | |
never know praying for rian | |
settling for snow. Spinning out of | |
know your name? Do you even care? | |
times to beats impaired. Do you | |
Can you live your life staring at | |
the lights naked on the ice? If it | |
comes too fast, will you get it | |
back when it all goes black? | |
Down. Goin' down. | |
Goin' down from. Down from | |
underground. | |
Icons that you hail are all | |
mechanical. | |
feeling the pull lost in the fold | |
Digging through a | |
hole os discontent | |
What did you learn? | |
or did you forget? | |
And just what should real life | |
be? Why don' t you show me the | |
fiction of reality? | |
This so called life that I see | |
and just what real life should be | |
can' t be what you have shown me |