| 作词 : Polvo | |
| March through mud to find the golden ladder that belongs to you | |
| It was such a nice description but not quite true | |
| Feel your weight touching your hands against your face | |
| Someday you might stumble into a strange embrace | |
| Heed the words of heroes and doctors who spread their germs | |
| Tell me if your famous handshake is still as firm | |
| And after you're through stepping over the shadows of people who you became | |
| Hopefully your favorite color is still the same | |
| Stroke your chin, structure and posture are caving in | |
| But scientists will soon find a way to clone your twin and the march can begin anew | |
| If you want it to | |
| ?_ to find the golden ladder that belongs to you and no one else but |
| zuo ci : Polvo | |
| March through mud to find the golden ladder that belongs to you | |
| It was such a nice description but not quite true | |
| Feel your weight touching your hands against your face | |
| Someday you might stumble into a strange embrace | |
| Heed the words of heroes and doctors who spread their germs | |
| Tell me if your famous handshake is still as firm | |
| And after you' re through stepping over the shadows of people who you became | |
| Hopefully your favorite color is still the same | |
| Stroke your chin, structure and posture are caving in | |
| But scientists will soon find a way to clone your twin and the march can begin anew | |
| If you want it to | |
| ? _ to find the golden ladder that belongs to you and no one else but |
| zuò cí : Polvo | |
| March through mud to find the golden ladder that belongs to you | |
| It was such a nice description but not quite true | |
| Feel your weight touching your hands against your face | |
| Someday you might stumble into a strange embrace | |
| Heed the words of heroes and doctors who spread their germs | |
| Tell me if your famous handshake is still as firm | |
| And after you' re through stepping over the shadows of people who you became | |
| Hopefully your favorite color is still the same | |
| Stroke your chin, structure and posture are caving in | |
| But scientists will soon find a way to clone your twin and the march can begin anew | |
| If you want it to | |
| ? _ to find the golden ladder that belongs to you and no one else but |