| Song | Salva Mea |
| Artist | Faithless |
| Album | Reverence |
| 作词 : Maxi Jazz, Rollo ... | |
| How can I change the world, | |
| if I can't even change myself? | |
| How can I change the way I am? | |
| I don't know, I don't know. | |
| I wanna take a look at the world behind these eyes, | |
| Every nook, every cranny reorganize, | |
| Realize my face don't fit the way I feel. | |
| What's real? | |
| I need a mirror to check my face is in place, | |
| In case of upheaval, fundamental movement below, | |
| What's really going on I wanna know, | |
| But yo, it don't show on the outside, so slide. | |
| Just below my skin I'm screaming... | |
| I need a mirror for my spirit, | |
| Yeah, can you hear it? | |
| When I get deep, wanna hear my soul sleep, | |
| Not drowning, tumbling around and around in the voices | |
| Like a crowd in my head so loud, | |
| I wonder what it's like to be dead, | |
| I hope it's quiet, noise in my head like a riot, | |
| Any remedy you have for me I'll try it. | |
| Just below my skin I'm screaming... | |
| I'm going deep, so deep that I can't sleep, | |
| The pills ain't cheep booze is deep, | |
| So I leak a fifth of booze and a spliff, | |
| Try to snooze, | |
| But whose dream am I in? This is win or lose, | |
| Put down the drink. Try not to think, | |
| Let it go, fundamental movement below, | |
| And yo, reality is dreaming, | |
| Just below my skin I'm screaming... |
| zuò cí : Maxi Jazz, Rollo ... | |
| How can I change the world, | |
| if I can' t even change myself? | |
| How can I change the way I am? | |
| I don' t know, I don' t know. | |
| I wanna take a look at the world behind these eyes, | |
| Every nook, every cranny reorganize, | |
| Realize my face don' t fit the way I feel. | |
| What' s real? | |
| I need a mirror to check my face is in place, | |
| In case of upheaval, fundamental movement below, | |
| What' s really going on I wanna know, | |
| But yo, it don' t show on the outside, so slide. | |
| Just below my skin I' m screaming... | |
| I need a mirror for my spirit, | |
| Yeah, can you hear it? | |
| When I get deep, wanna hear my soul sleep, | |
| Not drowning, tumbling around and around in the voices | |
| Like a crowd in my head so loud, | |
| I wonder what it' s like to be dead, | |
| I hope it' s quiet, noise in my head like a riot, | |
| Any remedy you have for me I' ll try it. | |
| Just below my skin I' m screaming... | |
| I' m going deep, so deep that I can' t sleep, | |
| The pills ain' t cheep booze is deep, | |
| So I leak a fifth of booze and a spliff, | |
| Try to snooze, | |
| But whose dream am I in? This is win or lose, | |
| Put down the drink. Try not to think, | |
| Let it go, fundamental movement below, | |
| And yo, reality is dreaming, | |
| Just below my skin I' m screaming... |