作词 : Amaël Durand/Florestan Durand/Mattéo Buil-Gelsomino 作曲 : Amaël Durand/Florestan Durand/Mattéo Buil-Gelsomino I'm not the greatest writter.Oh,I'm not the greatest,no. I'm not perfect,nor even novelist.This time you better listen up. Oh!Life have barely changed. Twenty two,still pissed,plenty of ****s in the backpack and nikes on my feet. Many pieces are missing since I came back home. I can't deal with my own life,I'm incomplete. Another empty wreck...****! I'm just the shell of a man which is absent. I'm wearing his skin but I'm partially vacant. What I have is far from being gold but I write open hearted, my ***** in the inkwell. **** it,I'm done with swallowing ******** since hitting it off has become an addiction. I needed more than these words going nowhere to show you that this life is not such a poem. Some black clouds will get so much bigger no matter how lucky I am. I've never learned how to live with the thunder. My heart is a lighting rod and I'm walking under a thunderstorm mesmerized by the lights. With my eyes half shut. I do live through these lines,writing this song just to say what I got to. I need much more than these words just to show you that it's a struggle to be able to believe in this life. Hey! Hey! I write with my heart open. Hey! Hey! Even if It can be so callous. Hey! Hey! Just listen. This heartbeat have so much to say. I just can't keep it in. I just won't it in. I'm not the greatest writer and this isn't the greatest song. I'm not perfect,nor even novelist, I'm not saint, I'm not a ******* prophet. **** this, I'm just drifting. I keep moving pushed by the movement. I'm still trying to pull the strings of my ******* life. Oh,you can keep the pain,the fame,the money and the whore 'cause I'm a body shaped shell in a sorry state. "My friends,you better listen! This man you see now isn't totally different, along the road he thought he'll found himself, a ******* sense at these goddamn feelings". I'm just the shell of a man which is absent. I'm wearing his skin but I'm partially vacant. What I have is far from being gold but I write open hearted,my ***** in the inkwell. **** it,I'm done with swallowing ******** since hitting it off has become an addiction. I needed more than these words going nowhere to show you that this life is not such a poem. I'm just the shell of a man which is absent. I wear his skin but I'm partially vacant. My heart is a lighting rod and I'm walking under a thunderstorm mesmerized by the lights.
[00:00.000] 作词 : Amaël Durand/Florestan Durand/Mattéo Buil-Gelsomino [00:01.000] 作曲 : Amaël Durand/Florestan Durand/Mattéo Buil-Gelsomino [00:30.00]I'm not the greatest writter.Oh,I'm not the greatest,no. [00:34.47]I'm not perfect,nor even novelist.This time you better listen up. [00:39.58]Oh!Life have barely changed. [00:43.48]Twenty two,still pissed,plenty of ****s in the backpack and nikes on my feet. [00:50.01]Many pieces are missing since I came back home. [00:55.02]I can't deal with my own life,I'm incomplete. [00:58.84]Another empty wreck...****! [01:09.97]I'm just the shell of a man which is absent. [01:13.23]I'm wearing his skin but I'm partially vacant. [01:17.17]What I have is far from being gold but I write open hearted, my ***** in the inkwell. [01:24.08]**** it,I'm done with swallowing ******** since hitting it off has become an addiction. [01:32.00]I needed more than these words going nowhere to show you that this life is not such a poem. [01:41.91]Some black clouds will get so much bigger no matter how lucky I am. [01:49.92]I've never learned how to live with the thunder. [01:57.00]My heart is a lighting rod and I'm walking under a thunderstorm mesmerized by the lights. [02:09.00]With my eyes half shut. [02:11.85]I do live through these lines,writing this song just to say what I got to. [02:19.00]I need much more than these words just to show you that it's a struggle to be able to believe in this life. [02:27.88]Hey! Hey! I write with my heart open. [02:34.88]Hey! Hey! Even if It can be so callous. [02:43.00]Hey! Hey! Just listen. [02:46.00]This heartbeat have so much to say. [02:50.00] I just can't keep it in. I just won't it in. [03:06.97]I'm not the greatest writer and this isn't the greatest song. [03:11.53]I'm not perfect,nor even novelist, I'm not saint, I'm not a ******* prophet. [03:16.57]**** this, I'm just drifting. [03:19.08]I keep moving pushed by the movement. [03:21.58]I'm still trying to pull the strings of my ******* life. [03:27.01]Oh,you can keep the pain,the fame,the money and the whore [03:32.02]'cause I'm a body shaped shell in a sorry state. [03:47.00]"My friends,you better listen! [03:50.77]This man you see now isn't totally different, along the road he thought he'll found himself, [03:57.53]a ******* sense at these goddamn feelings". [04:01.57] I'm just the shell of a man which is absent. [04:05.48]I'm wearing his skin but I'm partially vacant. [04:09.00]What I have is far from being gold but I write open hearted,my ***** in the inkwell. [04:17.51]**** it,I'm done with swallowing ******** since hitting it off has become an addiction. [04:24.12]I needed more than these words going nowhere to show you that this life is not such a poem. [04:32.97]I'm just the shell of a man which is absent. [04:40.00]I wear his skin but I'm partially vacant. [04:47.03]My heart is a lighting rod and I'm walking under a thunderstorm mesmerized by the lights.
