作曲 : Hiltula, Kokko, Kokko | |
I've been searching some answers concealed in my heart | |
The spirit within | |
I've been hunting those secrets with my deepest bottle | |
But have found none | |
So I need a deeper dive: | |
With the screws on my lips | |
I am falling down | |
Into the king's sea | |
Feel the rope winding in me | |
And feel the touch | |
Of oblivion | |
Now I'm floating | |
There is no way out, diving deeper down | |
In my memories | |
All the losses and all the minor joys | |
With affectation | |
This rope around me tightens again | |
And I wonder who I really am | |
Who I really am? | |
The third day, the magical | |
A way to believe I'm born again | |
The third day, the magical | |
A way to believe I'm born again | |
Waves of unconsciousness lulling me to sleep | |
In my own whirlpool | |
And the fear of sobering up | |
Is lurking around | |
But the rope around me tightens again | |
And I wonder who I really am | |
Who I really am? | |
The third day, the magical | |
A way to believe I'm born again | |
The third day, the magical | |
A way to believe I'm born again |
zuo qu : Hiltula, Kokko, Kokko | |
I' ve been searching some answers concealed in my heart | |
The spirit within | |
I' ve been hunting those secrets with my deepest bottle | |
But have found none | |
So I need a deeper dive: | |
With the screws on my lips | |
I am falling down | |
Into the king' s sea | |
Feel the rope winding in me | |
And feel the touch | |
Of oblivion | |
Now I' m floating | |
There is no way out, diving deeper down | |
In my memories | |
All the losses and all the minor joys | |
With affectation | |
This rope around me tightens again | |
And I wonder who I really am | |
Who I really am? | |
The third day, the magical | |
A way to believe I' m born again | |
The third day, the magical | |
A way to believe I' m born again | |
Waves of unconsciousness lulling me to sleep | |
In my own whirlpool | |
And the fear of sobering up | |
Is lurking around | |
But the rope around me tightens again | |
And I wonder who I really am | |
Who I really am? | |
The third day, the magical | |
A way to believe I' m born again | |
The third day, the magical | |
A way to believe I' m born again |
zuò qǔ : Hiltula, Kokko, Kokko | |
I' ve been searching some answers concealed in my heart | |
The spirit within | |
I' ve been hunting those secrets with my deepest bottle | |
But have found none | |
So I need a deeper dive: | |
With the screws on my lips | |
I am falling down | |
Into the king' s sea | |
Feel the rope winding in me | |
And feel the touch | |
Of oblivion | |
Now I' m floating | |
There is no way out, diving deeper down | |
In my memories | |
All the losses and all the minor joys | |
With affectation | |
This rope around me tightens again | |
And I wonder who I really am | |
Who I really am? | |
The third day, the magical | |
A way to believe I' m born again | |
The third day, the magical | |
A way to believe I' m born again | |
Waves of unconsciousness lulling me to sleep | |
In my own whirlpool | |
And the fear of sobering up | |
Is lurking around | |
But the rope around me tightens again | |
And I wonder who I really am | |
Who I really am? | |
The third day, the magical | |
A way to believe I' m born again | |
The third day, the magical | |
A way to believe I' m born again |