| 作曲 : Acorn, Klausener | |
| it started with a seed | |
| it formed the worst of me | |
| marked by tongues and seeds | |
| of cold tranquility | |
| but things are getting better | |
| with lust and spoonfuls of pity | |
| you turned this heart into a city | |
| pirates in the streets | |
| your loves kept underneath | |
| things are getting better | |
| things are getting better | |
| of all the sails you said you carry by your sides | |
| it didnt miss the wind or the daily dice | |
| and everything you did | |
| couldnt keep me any further from the truth | |
| no, everything you did | |
| couldnt keep me any further from the proof | |
| things are getting better | |
| things are getting better | |
| yeah, things are getting better | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| oh curse the love you left in this city |
| zuo qu : Acorn, Klausener | |
| it started with a seed | |
| it formed the worst of me | |
| marked by tongues and seeds | |
| of cold tranquility | |
| but things are getting better | |
| with lust and spoonfuls of pity | |
| you turned this heart into a city | |
| pirates in the streets | |
| your loves kept underneath | |
| things are getting better | |
| things are getting better | |
| of all the sails you said you carry by your sides | |
| it didnt miss the wind or the daily dice | |
| and everything you did | |
| couldnt keep me any further from the truth | |
| no, everything you did | |
| couldnt keep me any further from the proof | |
| things are getting better | |
| things are getting better | |
| yeah, things are getting better | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| oh curse the love you left in this city |
| zuò qǔ : Acorn, Klausener | |
| it started with a seed | |
| it formed the worst of me | |
| marked by tongues and seeds | |
| of cold tranquility | |
| but things are getting better | |
| with lust and spoonfuls of pity | |
| you turned this heart into a city | |
| pirates in the streets | |
| your loves kept underneath | |
| things are getting better | |
| things are getting better | |
| of all the sails you said you carry by your sides | |
| it didnt miss the wind or the daily dice | |
| and everything you did | |
| couldnt keep me any further from the truth | |
| no, everything you did | |
| couldnt keep me any further from the proof | |
| things are getting better | |
| things are getting better | |
| yeah, things are getting better | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| curse the love you left in this city | |
| oh curse the love you left in this city |