| 作词 : Bowes, Niblock | |
| The light flickers for a moment | |
| Then dies | |
| A heart sings for an instant | |
| Then cries | |
| A restless emotion | |
| Down by the waves | |
| Licking your wounds | |
| And finding salvation | |
| Someone is laughing | |
| They're talking sense | |
| Give up my head | |
| For dead, I meant | |
| Flowers are crushed | |
| By heavy hands | |
| Innocence is often planned | |
| This way | |
| Into the waves | |
| Into the waves, my braves | |
| Look at yourself | |
| It triggers, then falls away | |
| Mercenary for a day | |
| Someone set my mind on fire | |
| Cursing love and then retire | |
| Clip the wings off some's smile | |
| Hands to heads and getting higher | |
| Did you realise | |
| The depth, I wonder | |
| Wading in but going under | |
| Waves of emotion | |
| Waves of contempt | |
| Waves of another | |
| Who heard what I said |
| zuo ci : Bowes, Niblock | |
| The light flickers for a moment | |
| Then dies | |
| A heart sings for an instant | |
| Then cries | |
| A restless emotion | |
| Down by the waves | |
| Licking your wounds | |
| And finding salvation | |
| Someone is laughing | |
| They' re talking sense | |
| Give up my head | |
| For dead, I meant | |
| Flowers are crushed | |
| By heavy hands | |
| Innocence is often planned | |
| This way | |
| Into the waves | |
| Into the waves, my braves | |
| Look at yourself | |
| It triggers, then falls away | |
| Mercenary for a day | |
| Someone set my mind on fire | |
| Cursing love and then retire | |
| Clip the wings off some' s smile | |
| Hands to heads and getting higher | |
| Did you realise | |
| The depth, I wonder | |
| Wading in but going under | |
| Waves of emotion | |
| Waves of contempt | |
| Waves of another | |
| Who heard what I said |
| zuò cí : Bowes, Niblock | |
| The light flickers for a moment | |
| Then dies | |
| A heart sings for an instant | |
| Then cries | |
| A restless emotion | |
| Down by the waves | |
| Licking your wounds | |
| And finding salvation | |
| Someone is laughing | |
| They' re talking sense | |
| Give up my head | |
| For dead, I meant | |
| Flowers are crushed | |
| By heavy hands | |
| Innocence is often planned | |
| This way | |
| Into the waves | |
| Into the waves, my braves | |
| Look at yourself | |
| It triggers, then falls away | |
| Mercenary for a day | |
| Someone set my mind on fire | |
| Cursing love and then retire | |
| Clip the wings off some' s smile | |
| Hands to heads and getting higher | |
| Did you realise | |
| The depth, I wonder | |
| Wading in but going under | |
| Waves of emotion | |
| Waves of contempt | |
| Waves of another | |
| Who heard what I said |