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