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. |