| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Adams, Beck, Dust Brothers ... |
| [00:21.35] | Spaceships can't tame the jungle |
| [00:26.25] | |
| [00:26.85] | And I feel like I'm giving in |
| [00:33.02] | |
| [00:34.21] | We've been driving through a desert |
| [00:39.08] | |
| [00:40.57] | Looking for a life to call our own |
| [00:45.63] | I push, I pull |
| [00:48.75] | The days go slow |
| [00:51.87] | Into a void |
| [00:55.42] | We filled with death |
| [00:58.10] | |
| [00:58.72] | A noise that laughs |
| [01:01.34] | |
| [01:01.91] | Falls off their maps |
| [01:04.46] | |
| [01:05.03] | All cured of pain |
| [01:08.33] | And doubts in your |
| [01:11.33] | Little brain |
| [01:14.01] | |
| [01:26.74] | Something's coming, sky is purple |
| [01:31.57] | |
| [01:32.69] | Dogs are hounding to themselves |
| [01:38.00] | |
| [01:39.62] | Days are changing with the weather |
| [01:44.24] | |
| [01:45.42] | Like a riptide come rip us away |
| [01:51.23] | I push, I pull |
| [01:53.91] | The days go slow |
| [01:57.53] | Into a void |
| [02:00.93] | We filled with death |
| [02:04.05] | A noise that laughs |
| [02:07.48] | Falls off thier maps |
| [02:10.54] | All cured of pain |
| [02:13.85] | And doubts in your |
| [02:16.84] | Little brain |
| [02:19.59] | |
| [03:09.98] | I push, I pull |
| [03:12.91] | The days go slow |
| [03:15.66] | |
| [03:16.22] | Into a void |
| [03:18.99] | |
| [03:19.62] | We filled with death |
| [03:22.86] | A noise that laughs |
| [03:25.48] | |
| [03:26.04] | Falls off their maps |
| [03:28.66] | |
| [03:29.29] | All cured of pain |
| [03:32.03] | |
| [03:32.60] | And doubts in your |
| [03:35.59] | Little brain |
| [03:37.59] | END |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Adams, Beck, Dust Brothers ... |
| [00:21.35] | Spaceships can' t tame the jungle |
| [00:26.25] | |
| [00:26.85] | And I feel like I' m giving in |
| [00:33.02] | |
| [00:34.21] | We' ve been driving through a desert |
| [00:39.08] | |
| [00:40.57] | Looking for a life to call our own |
| [00:45.63] | I push, I pull |
| [00:48.75] | The days go slow |
| [00:51.87] | Into a void |
| [00:55.42] | We filled with death |
| [00:58.10] | |
| [00:58.72] | A noise that laughs |
| [01:01.34] | |
| [01:01.91] | Falls off their maps |
| [01:04.46] | |
| [01:05.03] | All cured of pain |
| [01:08.33] | And doubts in your |
| [01:11.33] | Little brain |
| [01:14.01] | |
| [01:26.74] | Something' s coming, sky is purple |
| [01:31.57] | |
| [01:32.69] | Dogs are hounding to themselves |
| [01:38.00] | |
| [01:39.62] | Days are changing with the weather |
| [01:44.24] | |
| [01:45.42] | Like a riptide come rip us away |
| [01:51.23] | I push, I pull |
| [01:53.91] | The days go slow |
| [01:57.53] | Into a void |
| [02:00.93] | We filled with death |
| [02:04.05] | A noise that laughs |
| [02:07.48] | Falls off thier maps |
| [02:10.54] | All cured of pain |
| [02:13.85] | And doubts in your |
| [02:16.84] | Little brain |
| [02:19.59] | |
| [03:09.98] | I push, I pull |
| [03:12.91] | The days go slow |
| [03:15.66] | |
| [03:16.22] | Into a void |
| [03:18.99] | |
| [03:19.62] | We filled with death |
| [03:22.86] | A noise that laughs |
| [03:25.48] | |
| [03:26.04] | Falls off their maps |
| [03:28.66] | |
| [03:29.29] | All cured of pain |
| [03:32.03] | |
| [03:32.60] | And doubts in your |
| [03:35.59] | Little brain |
| [03:37.59] | END |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Adams, Beck, Dust Brothers ... |
| [00:21.35] | Spaceships can' t tame the jungle |
| [00:26.25] | |
| [00:26.85] | And I feel like I' m giving in |
| [00:33.02] | |
| [00:34.21] | We' ve been driving through a desert |
| [00:39.08] | |
| [00:40.57] | Looking for a life to call our own |
| [00:45.63] | I push, I pull |
| [00:48.75] | The days go slow |
| [00:51.87] | Into a void |
| [00:55.42] | We filled with death |
| [00:58.10] | |
| [00:58.72] | A noise that laughs |
| [01:01.34] | |
| [01:01.91] | Falls off their maps |
| [01:04.46] | |
| [01:05.03] | All cured of pain |
| [01:08.33] | And doubts in your |
| [01:11.33] | Little brain |
| [01:14.01] | |
| [01:26.74] | Something' s coming, sky is purple |
| [01:31.57] | |
| [01:32.69] | Dogs are hounding to themselves |
| [01:38.00] | |
| [01:39.62] | Days are changing with the weather |
| [01:44.24] | |
| [01:45.42] | Like a riptide come rip us away |
| [01:51.23] | I push, I pull |
| [01:53.91] | The days go slow |
| [01:57.53] | Into a void |
| [02:00.93] | We filled with death |
| [02:04.05] | A noise that laughs |
| [02:07.48] | Falls off thier maps |
| [02:10.54] | All cured of pain |
| [02:13.85] | And doubts in your |
| [02:16.84] | Little brain |
| [02:19.59] | |
| [03:09.98] | I push, I pull |
| [03:12.91] | The days go slow |
| [03:15.66] | |
| [03:16.22] | Into a void |
| [03:18.99] | |
| [03:19.62] | We filled with death |
| [03:22.86] | A noise that laughs |
| [03:25.48] | |
| [03:26.04] | Falls off their maps |
| [03:28.66] | |
| [03:29.29] | All cured of pain |
| [03:32.03] | |
| [03:32.60] | And doubts in your |
| [03:35.59] | Little brain |
| [03:37.59] | END |