| Song | Guiding the North Star |
| Artist | Light This City |
| Album | Remains of the Gods |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Murray, Nichol | |
| In a world of such complex pathways we all feel lost | |
| No one could ever understand your directions | |
| They used to be crystal clear | |
| But they've been smeared by all the fingerprints | |
| Of wanderers along your obscured path | |
| Our messages all got tangled in their journeys from mouth to ear | |
| White noise is filtered out as I submerge my head | |
| Beneath the ocean I can't seem to escape | |
| Pathways are scarce down here | |
| And no one needs to find their own way | |
| No one wants to explore their own fate | |
| The current takes them to where they should be | |
| It's easier than to realize who you are | |
| Or that you've made a mistake | |
| In a place where isolation washes through your lungs | |
| Like acid and leaves you empty and burning | |
| My message was crystal clear | |
| But it's been muted by all the footsteps | |
| Of wanderers along this obscured path | |
| Our images all got distorted in their journeys through our memories | |
| If I don't respond | |
| It's because I can't hear you | |
| And my brain is turning red | |
| From being alienated for so long | |
| I think I might have been abandoned under the surface | |
| This way they can't hear me screaming | |
| This way they can't feel me biting | |
| This way they can't feel me scratching | |
| This way they can't hear me | |
| The sounds are far quieter in a world where no one lives | |
| The pain is much fiercer when you can't force someone else to feel it | |
| If the earthen course would have taken me through bitter wars and meager comforts | |
| At least I would have never known | |
| The loneliness I failed to endure | |
| Whose vastness reaches past the depths of the sea I have drowned myself in. |
| zuo qu : Murray, Nichol | |
| In a world of such complex pathways we all feel lost | |
| No one could ever understand your directions | |
| They used to be crystal clear | |
| But they' ve been smeared by all the fingerprints | |
| Of wanderers along your obscured path | |
| Our messages all got tangled in their journeys from mouth to ear | |
| White noise is filtered out as I submerge my head | |
| Beneath the ocean I can' t seem to escape | |
| Pathways are scarce down here | |
| And no one needs to find their own way | |
| No one wants to explore their own fate | |
| The current takes them to where they should be | |
| It' s easier than to realize who you are | |
| Or that you' ve made a mistake | |
| In a place where isolation washes through your lungs | |
| Like acid and leaves you empty and burning | |
| My message was crystal clear | |
| But it' s been muted by all the footsteps | |
| Of wanderers along this obscured path | |
| Our images all got distorted in their journeys through our memories | |
| If I don' t respond | |
| It' s because I can' t hear you | |
| And my brain is turning red | |
| From being alienated for so long | |
| I think I might have been abandoned under the surface | |
| This way they can' t hear me screaming | |
| This way they can' t feel me biting | |
| This way they can' t feel me scratching | |
| This way they can' t hear me | |
| The sounds are far quieter in a world where no one lives | |
| The pain is much fiercer when you can' t force someone else to feel it | |
| If the earthen course would have taken me through bitter wars and meager comforts | |
| At least I would have never known | |
| The loneliness I failed to endure | |
| Whose vastness reaches past the depths of the sea I have drowned myself in. |
| zuò qǔ : Murray, Nichol | |
| In a world of such complex pathways we all feel lost | |
| No one could ever understand your directions | |
| They used to be crystal clear | |
| But they' ve been smeared by all the fingerprints | |
| Of wanderers along your obscured path | |
| Our messages all got tangled in their journeys from mouth to ear | |
| White noise is filtered out as I submerge my head | |
| Beneath the ocean I can' t seem to escape | |
| Pathways are scarce down here | |
| And no one needs to find their own way | |
| No one wants to explore their own fate | |
| The current takes them to where they should be | |
| It' s easier than to realize who you are | |
| Or that you' ve made a mistake | |
| In a place where isolation washes through your lungs | |
| Like acid and leaves you empty and burning | |
| My message was crystal clear | |
| But it' s been muted by all the footsteps | |
| Of wanderers along this obscured path | |
| Our images all got distorted in their journeys through our memories | |
| If I don' t respond | |
| It' s because I can' t hear you | |
| And my brain is turning red | |
| From being alienated for so long | |
| I think I might have been abandoned under the surface | |
| This way they can' t hear me screaming | |
| This way they can' t feel me biting | |
| This way they can' t feel me scratching | |
| This way they can' t hear me | |
| The sounds are far quieter in a world where no one lives | |
| The pain is much fiercer when you can' t force someone else to feel it | |
| If the earthen course would have taken me through bitter wars and meager comforts | |
| At least I would have never known | |
| The loneliness I failed to endure | |
| Whose vastness reaches past the depths of the sea I have drowned myself in. |