作词 : Benjamin Gibbard 作曲 : Benjamin Gibbard Darlin', don't you understand? That there are no winners? Or metals hung from silken strands To greet you at the finish As we're dissolving into the sea I only take what I can carry As the council's combing through our debris For the treasures we never buried My love, why do you run? For my hands hold no guns Darling though you may pretend Pretend that you are selfless You break with but the slightest bend That leaves you lost and helpless So to whom will you place the call? In the coldest night of winter? As numbers change and people fall And friends, they always splinter My love, why do you run? For my hands hold no guns My love, why do you run? For my hands hold no guns They hold no guns No, not one
作词 : Benjamin Gibbard 作曲 : Benjamin Gibbard Darlin', don't you understand? That there are no winners? Or metals hung from silken strands To greet you at the finish As we're dissolving into the sea I only take what I can carry As the council's combing through our debris For the treasures we never buried My love, why do you run? For my hands hold no guns Darling though you may pretend Pretend that you are selfless You break with but the slightest bend That leaves you lost and helpless So to whom will you place the call? In the coldest night of winter? As numbers change and people fall And friends, they always splinter My love, why do you run? For my hands hold no guns My love, why do you run? For my hands hold no guns They hold no guns No, not one
