Song | Maddening Swarm |
Artist | Light This City |
Album | Facing the Thousand |
作曲 : Light This City, Nichol | |
It may feel like it’s too much to handle | |
But it’s not time yet | |
Your body operates | |
Automatic | |
Like a breathless engine | |
It shines in the swimming haze and heat | |
While your mind | |
Like a swarm of insects in a gust of wind | |
Crumbles and reassembles | |
Forgetting its original | |
Innocent form | |
No | |
It’s not the time | |
Don’t let your frantic mind | |
Run you away | |
From me | |
No no no | |
It’s not the time | |
You’ll be alright | |
Don’t let your frantic mind | |
In our oldest | |
Wisest years | |
We’ll laugh | |
Looking back | |
At our losses | |
Yours | |
The self-control you longed to | |
Trust | |
Mine | |
Any adequate words to dissolve the | |
Mounting pressure moment | |
And in our tissue-paper skin | |
We’ll mock the frailties of youth | |
And cherish the steel-solid minds | |
We acquired in time | |
No | |
It’s not the time | |
Don’t let your frantic mind | |
Run you away | |
From me | |
No no no | |
It’s not the time | |
You’ll be alright | |
Don’t let your frantic mind | |
I know life starts in slow motion | |
And ends in a fast forward flash | |
When all you want to do is rewind | |
So you can relive | |
Those days we spent | |
Never wondering about how it all will end | |
Remember the languid | |
Mesmerizing | |
Hours we spent | |
Spellbound | |
Dreaming of the life we lead | |
Now | |
Don’t be disillusioned | |
Dreams and reality may | |
Never synchronize | |
But someday | |
We’ll get away | |
With a perfect day | |
And we’ll laugh | |
Looking back | |
The machine hums to the whine | |
Of the cloud | |
The swarm | |
No louder than before | |
When did it become | |
The anthem of impending tragedy | |
A maddening melody building | |
In shrill intensity | |
Maybe it’s just a new song to sing us to sleep | |
It’s not going to end the way you think |
zuò qǔ : Light This City, Nichol | |
It may feel like it' s too much to handle | |
But it' s not time yet | |
Your body operates | |
Automatic | |
Like a breathless engine | |
It shines in the swimming haze and heat | |
While your mind | |
Like a swarm of insects in a gust of wind | |
Crumbles and reassembles | |
Forgetting its original | |
Innocent form | |
No | |
It' s not the time | |
Don' t let your frantic mind | |
Run you away | |
From me | |
No no no | |
It' s not the time | |
You' ll be alright | |
Don' t let your frantic mind | |
In our oldest | |
Wisest years | |
We' ll laugh | |
Looking back | |
At our losses | |
Yours | |
The selfcontrol you longed to | |
Trust | |
Mine | |
Any adequate words to dissolve the | |
Mounting pressure moment | |
And in our tissuepaper skin | |
We' ll mock the frailties of youth | |
And cherish the steelsolid minds | |
We acquired in time | |
No | |
It' s not the time | |
Don' t let your frantic mind | |
Run you away | |
From me | |
No no no | |
It' s not the time | |
You' ll be alright | |
Don' t let your frantic mind | |
I know life starts in slow motion | |
And ends in a fast forward flash | |
When all you want to do is rewind | |
So you can relive | |
Those days we spent | |
Never wondering about how it all will end | |
Remember the languid | |
Mesmerizing | |
Hours we spent | |
Spellbound | |
Dreaming of the life we lead | |
Now | |
Don' t be disillusioned | |
Dreams and reality may | |
Never synchronize | |
But someday | |
We' ll get away | |
With a perfect day | |
And we' ll laugh | |
Looking back | |
The machine hums to the whine | |
Of the cloud | |
The swarm | |
No louder than before | |
When did it become | |
The anthem of impending tragedy | |
A maddening melody building | |
In shrill intensity | |
Maybe it' s just a new song to sing us to sleep | |
It' s not going to end the way you think |