作词 : Tim Crabtree
作曲 : Tim Crabtree
The soft exhaust seeps, chill makes you creep, the tide will decide for all Steps ring sweet: concrete, feet. A purpose that follows the falls

Fight that need to go by feel, the voices that count will call:
“You’re back on the right side, now”

You’d burn through the middle, but you stick to the sides
And crawl up the right shore of the arm

But drained of all experience, you’re crashing lines again

Once you didn’t know

When faith is lost, all sense of humour gone
But the worst of it, you won’t fight it alone.
As alone as you’d like

When drained of all experience, you’re crashing norms again
You speak so much of cowardice, stay silent just the same

Once you didn’t know