Song | Remainder |
Artist | Rites of Spring |
Album | End on End |
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作词 : Rites of Spring | |
We are all trapped in prisons of the mind, | |
it's a hard sensibility | |
but we'll see it through in time | |
but when words come between us | |
Noiseless in the air | |
Believe me, I know it's so easy to despair. | |
but don't | |
Tonight i'm talking to myself | |
There's no one that I know as well | |
Thoughts collide without a sound | |
Frantic, fighting to be found | |
And I've found things in this life | |
that still are real | |
a remainder refusing to be concealed | |
And I've found the answer lies in a real emotion | |
Not the self-indulgence of a self-devotion | |
Too many situations | |
Left with too little to say | |
So we try, we try to feel our way | |
And if decisions cause divisions | |
Tell me who's to blame? | |
Pick a target for convenience | |
When there are other ways | |
So don't | |
Tonight i'm talking to myself | |
There's no one that I know as well | |
Thoughts collide without a sound | |
Frantic, fighting to be found | |
And I've found things in this life | |
that still are real | |
a remainder refusing to be concealed | |
I've found the answer lies in a real emotion | |
Not the self-indulgence of a self-devotion |
zuo ci : Rites of Spring | |
We are all trapped in prisons of the mind, | |
it' s a hard sensibility | |
but we' ll see it through in time | |
but when words come between us | |
Noiseless in the air | |
Believe me, I know it' s so easy to despair. | |
but don' t | |
Tonight i' m talking to myself | |
There' s no one that I know as well | |
Thoughts collide without a sound | |
Frantic, fighting to be found | |
And I' ve found things in this life | |
that still are real | |
a remainder refusing to be concealed | |
And I' ve found the answer lies in a real emotion | |
Not the selfindulgence of a selfdevotion | |
Too many situations | |
Left with too little to say | |
So we try, we try to feel our way | |
And if decisions cause divisions | |
Tell me who' s to blame? | |
Pick a target for convenience | |
When there are other ways | |
So don' t | |
Tonight i' m talking to myself | |
There' s no one that I know as well | |
Thoughts collide without a sound | |
Frantic, fighting to be found | |
And I' ve found things in this life | |
that still are real | |
a remainder refusing to be concealed | |
I' ve found the answer lies in a real emotion | |
Not the selfindulgence of a selfdevotion |
zuò cí : Rites of Spring | |
We are all trapped in prisons of the mind, | |
it' s a hard sensibility | |
but we' ll see it through in time | |
but when words come between us | |
Noiseless in the air | |
Believe me, I know it' s so easy to despair. | |
but don' t | |
Tonight i' m talking to myself | |
There' s no one that I know as well | |
Thoughts collide without a sound | |
Frantic, fighting to be found | |
And I' ve found things in this life | |
that still are real | |
a remainder refusing to be concealed | |
And I' ve found the answer lies in a real emotion | |
Not the selfindulgence of a selfdevotion | |
Too many situations | |
Left with too little to say | |
So we try, we try to feel our way | |
And if decisions cause divisions | |
Tell me who' s to blame? | |
Pick a target for convenience | |
When there are other ways | |
So don' t | |
Tonight i' m talking to myself | |
There' s no one that I know as well | |
Thoughts collide without a sound | |
Frantic, fighting to be found | |
And I' ve found things in this life | |
that still are real | |
a remainder refusing to be concealed | |
I' ve found the answer lies in a real emotion | |
Not the selfindulgence of a selfdevotion |