[00:00.000] | 作曲 : C Duncan |
[00:16.22] | It's not an area, it's not an area |
[00:23.48] | For homes, for homes |
[00:28.50] | It's not an area, it's not an area |
[00:35.53] | For homes or passersby |
[00:45.21] | It feels uncomfortable, it feels uncomfortable |
[00:51.53] | To sleep, to sleep |
[00:56.68] | It's not unreasonable as cunning aerials deplete |
[01:05.68] | In space and sound |
[01:12.02] | Helas, the trees are withering |
[01:18.47] | Beneath the ground where people fall |
[01:28.14] | It feels unreal to start again |
[01:35.44] | Like pulses and rain |
[02:00.63] | It's not unreasonable to feel so vulnerable |
[02:08.45] | It's not an area that finds me audible |
[02:15.85] | Helas, nobody can find you |
[02:23.03] | Underneath the seasons, nobody can hear you |
[02:31.14] | And everything you do |
[02:49.69] | It's all so incomprehensible |
[02:57.19] | It seems so real, oh |
[03:03.85] | Helas, the trees are withering |
[03:10.49] | Beneath the ground where people fall |
[03:19.55] | It feels unreal to start again |
[03:27.55] | Like pulses and rain |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : C Duncan |
[00:16.22] | It' s not an area, it' s not an area |
[00:23.48] | For homes, for homes |
[00:28.50] | It' s not an area, it' s not an area |
[00:35.53] | For homes or passersby |
[00:45.21] | It feels uncomfortable, it feels uncomfortable |
[00:51.53] | To sleep, to sleep |
[00:56.68] | It' s not unreasonable as cunning aerials deplete |
[01:05.68] | In space and sound |
[01:12.02] | Helas, the trees are withering |
[01:18.47] | Beneath the ground where people fall |
[01:28.14] | It feels unreal to start again |
[01:35.44] | Like pulses and rain |
[02:00.63] | It' s not unreasonable to feel so vulnerable |
[02:08.45] | It' s not an area that finds me audible |
[02:15.85] | Helas, nobody can find you |
[02:23.03] | Underneath the seasons, nobody can hear you |
[02:31.14] | And everything you do |
[02:49.69] | It' s all so incomprehensible |
[02:57.19] | It seems so real, oh |
[03:03.85] | Helas, the trees are withering |
[03:10.49] | Beneath the ground where people fall |
[03:19.55] | It feels unreal to start again |
[03:27.55] | Like pulses and rain |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : C Duncan |
[00:16.22] | It' s not an area, it' s not an area |
[00:23.48] | For homes, for homes |
[00:28.50] | It' s not an area, it' s not an area |
[00:35.53] | For homes or passersby |
[00:45.21] | It feels uncomfortable, it feels uncomfortable |
[00:51.53] | To sleep, to sleep |
[00:56.68] | It' s not unreasonable as cunning aerials deplete |
[01:05.68] | In space and sound |
[01:12.02] | Helas, the trees are withering |
[01:18.47] | Beneath the ground where people fall |
[01:28.14] | It feels unreal to start again |
[01:35.44] | Like pulses and rain |
[02:00.63] | It' s not unreasonable to feel so vulnerable |
[02:08.45] | It' s not an area that finds me audible |
[02:15.85] | Helas, nobody can find you |
[02:23.03] | Underneath the seasons, nobody can hear you |
[02:31.14] | And everything you do |
[02:49.69] | It' s all so incomprehensible |
[02:57.19] | It seems so real, oh |
[03:03.85] | Helas, the trees are withering |
[03:10.49] | Beneath the ground where people fall |
[03:19.55] | It feels unreal to start again |
[03:27.55] | Like pulses and rain |