| 作词 : Burns, Coffman | |
| Follow the current through the city that lies in ruins | |
| Bottle is washed up but the message is missing | |
| Heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings | |
| Pay the price of admission | |
| Haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors | |
| Till I step through the window | |
| Over the river, coat of feathers sweeping out of view | |
| Weigh the difference, the scales are turned | |
| Let conscience be so judged | |
| Arrows with strings flung from below | |
| Striking and reeling you in | |
| Tied to mistakes, left there for days | |
| Seeing which side you're in | |
| Lately I feel so removed | |
| Fell back into the ditch i dug | |
| And doing the things i normally do | |
| Heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings | |
| Pay the price of admission | |
| Haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors | |
| Till I step through the window | |
| Lately I feel so removed | |
| Doing the things that I do |
| zuo ci : Burns, Coffman | |
| Follow the current through the city that lies in ruins | |
| Bottle is washed up but the message is missing | |
| Heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings | |
| Pay the price of admission | |
| Haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors | |
| Till I step through the window | |
| Over the river, coat of feathers sweeping out of view | |
| Weigh the difference, the scales are turned | |
| Let conscience be so judged | |
| Arrows with strings flung from below | |
| Striking and reeling you in | |
| Tied to mistakes, left there for days | |
| Seeing which side you' re in | |
| Lately I feel so removed | |
| Fell back into the ditch i dug | |
| And doing the things i normally do | |
| Heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings | |
| Pay the price of admission | |
| Haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors | |
| Till I step through the window | |
| Lately I feel so removed | |
| Doing the things that I do |
| zuò cí : Burns, Coffman | |
| Follow the current through the city that lies in ruins | |
| Bottle is washed up but the message is missing | |
| Heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings | |
| Pay the price of admission | |
| Haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors | |
| Till I step through the window | |
| Over the river, coat of feathers sweeping out of view | |
| Weigh the difference, the scales are turned | |
| Let conscience be so judged | |
| Arrows with strings flung from below | |
| Striking and reeling you in | |
| Tied to mistakes, left there for days | |
| Seeing which side you' re in | |
| Lately I feel so removed | |
| Fell back into the ditch i dug | |
| And doing the things i normally do | |
| Heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings | |
| Pay the price of admission | |
| Haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors | |
| Till I step through the window | |
| Lately I feel so removed | |
| Doing the things that I do |
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