Song | Sleepless Incidental |
Artist | IQ |
Album | Subterranea |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : IQ, Nicholls | |
Sightless, he watches the columns collide | |
As he wanders the canyons relentlessly wide | |
Empires are burning, the rain cuts his skin | |
And in every direction the sound closes in | |
Time, only time, have I | |
And already I'm not okay | |
He falls in with the unwashed and unfed | |
He will sleep for the first time, no crib for a bed | |
In these extraordinary lanes | |
He is blind again, unaware still | |
From the greatest height and to the furthest end | |
Without association, he will bend | |
And walking with the wounded, old and thin | |
Made to be paraded, bring the misfit in | |
How to overpower the avenues of steel | |
In my illusion, what of this is real? | |
Sleepless incidental, what I really need | |
Is how to now avoid the full stampede | |
I'm only taking time | |
And I'm not where I want to be now |
zuo ci : IQ, Nicholls | |
Sightless, he watches the columns collide | |
As he wanders the canyons relentlessly wide | |
Empires are burning, the rain cuts his skin | |
And in every direction the sound closes in | |
Time, only time, have I | |
And already I' m not okay | |
He falls in with the unwashed and unfed | |
He will sleep for the first time, no crib for a bed | |
In these extraordinary lanes | |
He is blind again, unaware still | |
From the greatest height and to the furthest end | |
Without association, he will bend | |
And walking with the wounded, old and thin | |
Made to be paraded, bring the misfit in | |
How to overpower the avenues of steel | |
In my illusion, what of this is real? | |
Sleepless incidental, what I really need | |
Is how to now avoid the full stampede | |
I' m only taking time | |
And I' m not where I want to be now |
zuò cí : IQ, Nicholls | |
Sightless, he watches the columns collide | |
As he wanders the canyons relentlessly wide | |
Empires are burning, the rain cuts his skin | |
And in every direction the sound closes in | |
Time, only time, have I | |
And already I' m not okay | |
He falls in with the unwashed and unfed | |
He will sleep for the first time, no crib for a bed | |
In these extraordinary lanes | |
He is blind again, unaware still | |
From the greatest height and to the furthest end | |
Without association, he will bend | |
And walking with the wounded, old and thin | |
Made to be paraded, bring the misfit in | |
How to overpower the avenues of steel | |
In my illusion, what of this is real? | |
Sleepless incidental, what I really need | |
Is how to now avoid the full stampede | |
I' m only taking time | |
And I' m not where I want to be now |