作词 : Thorn, Watt Conspired again your protest in vain that you'll never feel that way again. Despair and desire are both hard to sustain you'll never sink this low again. Bitter as children we are now too much of the time. What god would punish such sweet children For such a sweet crime? Wrong as the world and right as rain, we'll never feel that way again. Riverbed dry, this is my terrain. I'll never feel that way again. But I'm tired of the city never blessed with respite from rain, or has that changed too? Is the riverbed dry? Is the riverbed dry? Is the riverbed dry? Conspired again your protest in vain, that you'll never feel that way again. Despair and desire are both hard to sustain, you'll never sink this low again. Well, I'm tired with your city never blessed, with respite from rain or has that changed too? Is the riverbed dry?
作词 : Thorn, Watt Conspired again your protest in vain that you'll never feel that way again. Despair and desire are both hard to sustain you'll never sink this low again. Bitter as children we are now too much of the time. What god would punish such sweet children For such a sweet crime? Wrong as the world and right as rain, we'll never feel that way again. Riverbed dry, this is my terrain. I'll never feel that way again. But I'm tired of the city never blessed with respite from rain, or has that changed too? Is the riverbed dry? Is the riverbed dry? Is the riverbed dry? Conspired again your protest in vain, that you'll never feel that way again. Despair and desire are both hard to sustain, you'll never sink this low again. Well, I'm tired with your city never blessed, with respite from rain or has that changed too? Is the riverbed dry?
