作曲 : Will South & Thirteen Senses Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a GAP They pursue us to the deep end and then depart Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain For only patterns on a snake's back give us genuine fear And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire I get by all the time on a shelf above the door And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide It's a delicate degree It's a number I can see Could prison cells be in my brain For they're safe inside the cover of a dirty face And everybody finds a college graduate with joy While I'm happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire I get by all the time on a shelf above the door And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide It's a delicate degree It's a number I can see You sit at home up late at night When it's beginning to arrive And honestly I don't see the need for any routines I'm all out of sync, I cover my cuts And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again And all this ground beneath my feet Has decided not to crumble into the sea I walked in a house, it smelt of paint And the ceiling it has no trouble with me
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Will South & Thirteen Senses [00:41.30]Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a GAP [00:46.13]They pursue us to the deep end and then depart [00:52.71]Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain [00:58.50]For only patterns on a snake's back give us genuine fear [01:04.54]And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire [01:10.31]I get by all the time on a shelf above the door [01:16.66]And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide [01:25.31]It's a delicate degree [01:31.69]It's a number I can see [01:59.49]Could prison cells be in my brain [02:04.69]For they're safe inside the cover of a dirty face [02:10.62]And everybody finds a college graduate with joy [02:16.46]While I'm happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime [02:22.43]And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire [02:28.39]I get by all the time on a shelf above the door [02:34.57]And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide [02:43.25]It's a delicate degree [02:49.47]It's a number I can see [03:35.53]You sit at home up late at night [03:41.58]When it's beginning to arrive [03:46.50]And honestly [03:49.66]I don't see the need for any routines [03:55.57]I'm all out of sync, I cover my cuts [04:01.24]And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again [04:41.77]And all this ground beneath my feet [04:46.77]Has decided not to crumble into the sea [04:53.72]I walked in a house, it smelt of paint [04:58.73]And the ceiling it has no trouble with me [05:03.45]
