作词 : Architecture In Helsinki There's a sword in your side That you'll ignore until blood shows And later on, when it's gone When something's wrong The violence grows and it's designed To spy and try to poke your eyes While laying low Beneath the seven different reasons for satellites Eleven different reasons for fists in fights There's never been a reason for shouting when it's quiet But no-ones ever listening Seven different reasons for satellites Eleven different reasons for fists in fights There's never been a reason for shouting when it's quiet But no-ones ever listening When you need to shout When you need to shout When you need to shout No-ones ever listening When you need to shout When you need to shout When you need to shout No-ones ever listening And don't go dragging your name Through the mud and the rain When it dries I know some dust that wants to get in your eyes. Put a stethoscope on You'll notice the beat is gone All that's left is hesitations from your previous life Don't go dragging your name Through the mud and the rain When it dries I know some dust that wants to get in your eyes Put a stethoscope on You'll notice the beat is gone All that's left is hesitations from your previous life
作词 : Architecture In Helsinki There's a sword in your side That you'll ignore until blood shows And later on, when it's gone When something's wrong The violence grows and it's designed To spy and try to poke your eyes While laying low Beneath the seven different reasons for satellites Eleven different reasons for fists in fights There's never been a reason for shouting when it's quiet But no-ones ever listening Seven different reasons for satellites Eleven different reasons for fists in fights There's never been a reason for shouting when it's quiet But no-ones ever listening When you need to shout When you need to shout When you need to shout No-ones ever listening When you need to shout When you need to shout When you need to shout No-ones ever listening And don't go dragging your name Through the mud and the rain When it dries I know some dust that wants to get in your eyes. Put a stethoscope on You'll notice the beat is gone All that's left is hesitations from your previous life Don't go dragging your name Through the mud and the rain When it dries I know some dust that wants to get in your eyes Put a stethoscope on You'll notice the beat is gone All that's left is hesitations from your previous life
