Song | Ants Of The Sky |
Artist | Between the Buried and Me |
Album | Colors |
作曲 : Between The Buried ... | |
My teeth taste funny today. | |
They seem more jagged than normal. | |
I've been told, | |
I've been told, | |
I've been told | |
That I have been grinding like gears during my dream hours. | |
I wonder if it's just my thoughts are fusing into one frequent dream. | |
One which parts with the night. | |
The night! | |
Saw them dragging the other day. | |
Other day! | |
Scraping their knees | |
Seems the high horse is taking them all home. | |
I can't leave myself out. [x2] | |
Self out! | |
Why should we sleep today? | |
(Why should we awake tomorrow?) | |
We can just pop back a few and drift through this pre-programmed flight. [x2] | |
Across all oceans! | |
(A windy, noisy trek. This seems to be what I've needed.) | |
Across all oceans! | |
(The view used to be better.) | |
Across all oceans! | |
(Lands are growing into one.) | |
Across all oceans! | |
(Lands are growing into one.) | |
Wanted it this way! | |
We were brought up to grow into one. [x2] | |
I'm going to fly up soon and seek other lands. | |
The soothing air of flight. | |
A bird's eye view into what I've always imagined life could be. | |
Will it be sought after? | |
It might just be useless | |
Writings and ideas that laziness will corrupt in the end. | |
Bones of dust need hardening. | |
I think the prescription, | |
I think the prescription is found. | |
Sleep on. | |
Fly on. | |
In your mind, you can fly. [x4] | |
Sleep on! | |
My teeth gleam oddly today. | |
They seem to gleam more than normal. | |
Maybe it will be noticed. | |
The walking dead. | |
Walking dead! |
zuò qǔ : Between The Buried ... | |
My teeth taste funny today. | |
They seem more jagged than normal. | |
I' ve been told, | |
I' ve been told, | |
I' ve been told | |
That I have been grinding like gears during my dream hours. | |
I wonder if it' s just my thoughts are fusing into one frequent dream. | |
One which parts with the night. | |
The night! | |
Saw them dragging the other day. | |
Other day! | |
Scraping their knees | |
Seems the high horse is taking them all home. | |
I can' t leave myself out. x2 | |
Self out! | |
Why should we sleep today? | |
Why should we awake tomorrow? | |
We can just pop back a few and drift through this preprogrammed flight. x2 | |
Across all oceans! | |
A windy, noisy trek. This seems to be what I' ve needed. | |
Across all oceans! | |
The view used to be better. | |
Across all oceans! | |
Lands are growing into one. | |
Across all oceans! | |
Lands are growing into one. | |
Wanted it this way! | |
We were brought up to grow into one. x2 | |
I' m going to fly up soon and seek other lands. | |
The soothing air of flight. | |
A bird' s eye view into what I' ve always imagined life could be. | |
Will it be sought after? | |
It might just be useless | |
Writings and ideas that laziness will corrupt in the end. | |
Bones of dust need hardening. | |
I think the prescription, | |
I think the prescription is found. | |
Sleep on. | |
Fly on. | |
In your mind, you can fly. x4 | |
Sleep on! | |
My teeth gleam oddly today. | |
They seem to gleam more than normal. | |
Maybe it will be noticed. | |
The walking dead. | |
Walking dead! |