| 作词 : Cook, Holmes, IQ, Jowitt ... | |
| All the memories that lead to isolation | |
| All the time we didn't share | |
| When we set adrift half-forgotten lies | |
| Will the madness still be there? | |
| Who of all you now will ride the lows and highs? | |
| Whose hands are these that come to pray? | |
| When you turn away the distance in your eyes | |
| Speaks the words that you won't say | |
| Far away, we say goodbye | |
| Too many unremembered arms that won't let go | |
| How can I be on your side | |
| If the line divides | |
| And if anyone should listen? | |
| Though starry-eyed, I know | |
| This is still the garden where I came down | |
| Holding faster than before, for what it's worth now | |
| Those days that none will see replaced | |
| What became of us, mysterious and ageless? | |
| We left without a trace | |
| Far away, we wave goodbye | |
| Too many unremembered arms that won't let go | |
| How can I be on your side | |
| If the line divides | |
| And if anyone should listen? | |
| Though starry-eyed, I know | |
| This is still the garden where I came down |
| zuo ci : Cook, Holmes, IQ, Jowitt ... | |
| All the memories that lead to isolation | |
| All the time we didn' t share | |
| When we set adrift halfforgotten lies | |
| Will the madness still be there? | |
| Who of all you now will ride the lows and highs? | |
| Whose hands are these that come to pray? | |
| When you turn away the distance in your eyes | |
| Speaks the words that you won' t say | |
| Far away, we say goodbye | |
| Too many unremembered arms that won' t let go | |
| How can I be on your side | |
| If the line divides | |
| And if anyone should listen? | |
| Though starryeyed, I know | |
| This is still the garden where I came down | |
| Holding faster than before, for what it' s worth now | |
| Those days that none will see replaced | |
| What became of us, mysterious and ageless? | |
| We left without a trace | |
| Far away, we wave goodbye | |
| Too many unremembered arms that won' t let go | |
| How can I be on your side | |
| If the line divides | |
| And if anyone should listen? | |
| Though starryeyed, I know | |
| This is still the garden where I came down |
| zuò cí : Cook, Holmes, IQ, Jowitt ... | |
| All the memories that lead to isolation | |
| All the time we didn' t share | |
| When we set adrift halfforgotten lies | |
| Will the madness still be there? | |
| Who of all you now will ride the lows and highs? | |
| Whose hands are these that come to pray? | |
| When you turn away the distance in your eyes | |
| Speaks the words that you won' t say | |
| Far away, we say goodbye | |
| Too many unremembered arms that won' t let go | |
| How can I be on your side | |
| If the line divides | |
| And if anyone should listen? | |
| Though starryeyed, I know | |
| This is still the garden where I came down | |
| Holding faster than before, for what it' s worth now | |
| Those days that none will see replaced | |
| What became of us, mysterious and ageless? | |
| We left without a trace | |
| Far away, we wave goodbye | |
| Too many unremembered arms that won' t let go | |
| How can I be on your side | |
| If the line divides | |
| And if anyone should listen? | |
| Though starryeyed, I know | |
| This is still the garden where I came down |