| 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 |