The Reclusive Hero 歌词

	作词 : Baron, Baron, Bell, Olson
	In the pilot's chair, in the first seat of the plane,
	And from where I sit, the view's just the same.
	Over the garden now, we turn on down your street.
	This is where you live, but there's no home I see.
	Thought that was all you desired,
	A reclusive hero for hire.
	Just put one back on the shelf,
	Knowing that you won't sleep well.
	In a crowded room, there's not much room to breathe.
	It seems the kitchen now is quite the scene.
	The words came off my wrist, washed by the rain
	Of a thousand tears that came too late.
	They couldn't spell out your name,
	Living beneath feeling pain,
	Thought that was all you desired,
	A reclusive hero for hire.
	Now you're beginning to tire,
	A desperate hero for hire.
	Just put one back on the shelf,
	Knowing that you won't sleep well.
	I'm walking down the street, absorbed by this maze.

	zuo ci : Baron, Baron, Bell, Olson
	In the pilot' s chair, in the first seat of the plane,
	And from where I sit, the view' s just the same.
	Over the garden now, we turn on down your street.
	This is where you live, but there' s no home I see.
	Thought that was all you desired,
	A reclusive hero for hire.
	Just put one back on the shelf,
	Knowing that you won' t sleep well.
	In a crowded room, there' s not much room to breathe.
	It seems the kitchen now is quite the scene.
	The words came off my wrist, washed by the rain
	Of a thousand tears that came too late.
	They couldn' t spell out your name,
	Living beneath feeling pain,
	Thought that was all you desired,
	A reclusive hero for hire.
	Now you' re beginning to tire,
	A desperate hero for hire.
	Just put one back on the shelf,
	Knowing that you won' t sleep well.
	I' m walking down the street, absorbed by this maze.

	zuò cí : Baron, Baron, Bell, Olson
	In the pilot' s chair, in the first seat of the plane,
	And from where I sit, the view' s just the same.
	Over the garden now, we turn on down your street.
	This is where you live, but there' s no home I see.
	Thought that was all you desired,
	A reclusive hero for hire.
	Just put one back on the shelf,
	Knowing that you won' t sleep well.
	In a crowded room, there' s not much room to breathe.
	It seems the kitchen now is quite the scene.
	The words came off my wrist, washed by the rain
	Of a thousand tears that came too late.
	They couldn' t spell out your name,
	Living beneath feeling pain,
	Thought that was all you desired,
	A reclusive hero for hire.
	Now you' re beginning to tire,
	A desperate hero for hire.
	Just put one back on the shelf,
	Knowing that you won' t sleep well.
	I' m walking down the street, absorbed by this maze.

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