作词 : Kirkwood
Saw it in 
BrailleCome randomly pouring out
In a wave of black ice
And night time and then
In a fast moving storm
With singalong thunderclouds
The soft explosion
Of dayfall and then
Orange and blue
The fire is starting
Shimmering through
The chemical garden
I am not alone
Stumbling through
The chemical garden
Behind these black eyes
A story is playing out
Atop a cloudy hill
The verdict is read
On every lip the sound
Of the feather falls
A wave of nighttime's
Electrical head
Though I refuse to see
I'm suddenly shown
Cut through the sweetest parts
To get to the bone