Song | The Sense In Sanity |
Artist | IQ |
Album | Subterranea |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : IQ, Nicholls | |
Ignited by the realizing eyes | |
Unwrapped around the solitary sound | |
A failing voice is railing under walls | |
Collapsing on the unfamiliar ground | |
O, empty heart, am I the only one ? | |
On pins alone or are we many born ? | |
Well, either way, you are what you've begun | |
And by the way, I never did you wrong | |
Nothing here is guaranteed, nothing's understood | |
Now that I am far beyond beginning to belong | |
Maybe I don't understand the sequence as I should | |
Can't tell left from right from wrong | |
God from bad from good | |
For all you know, for all you made of me | |
It's hard to keep the skin from tender bone | |
No earthly ties to hang me from on high | |
I wait beneath your overcrowded skies | |
Nothing here makes any grade | |
There's nothing I can do | |
Fed and watered though I was barely half alive | |
Time enough to tire me out but now I'm sleeping | |
I've lost the sense in sanity | |
Got the bad in good |
zuo ci : IQ, Nicholls | |
Ignited by the realizing eyes | |
Unwrapped around the solitary sound | |
A failing voice is railing under walls | |
Collapsing on the unfamiliar ground | |
O, empty heart, am I the only one nbsp? | |
On pins alone or are we many born nbsp? | |
Well, either way, you are what you' ve begun | |
And by the way, I never did you wrong | |
Nothing here is guaranteed, nothing' s understood | |
Now that I am far beyond beginning to belong | |
Maybe I don' t understand the sequence as I should | |
Can' t tell left from right from wrong | |
God from bad from good | |
For all you know, for all you made of me | |
It' s hard to keep the skin from tender bone | |
No earthly ties to hang me from on high | |
I wait beneath your overcrowded skies | |
Nothing here makes any grade | |
There' s nothing I can do | |
Fed and watered though I was barely half alive | |
Time enough to tire me out but now I' m sleeping | |
I' ve lost the sense in sanity | |
Got the bad in good |
zuò cí : IQ, Nicholls | |
Ignited by the realizing eyes | |
Unwrapped around the solitary sound | |
A failing voice is railing under walls | |
Collapsing on the unfamiliar ground | |
O, empty heart, am I the only one nbsp? | |
On pins alone or are we many born nbsp? | |
Well, either way, you are what you' ve begun | |
And by the way, I never did you wrong | |
Nothing here is guaranteed, nothing' s understood | |
Now that I am far beyond beginning to belong | |
Maybe I don' t understand the sequence as I should | |
Can' t tell left from right from wrong | |
God from bad from good | |
For all you know, for all you made of me | |
It' s hard to keep the skin from tender bone | |
No earthly ties to hang me from on high | |
I wait beneath your overcrowded skies | |
Nothing here makes any grade | |
There' s nothing I can do | |
Fed and watered though I was barely half alive | |
Time enough to tire me out but now I' m sleeping | |
I' ve lost the sense in sanity | |
Got the bad in good |