Song | The Sea of Atlas |
Artist | Sleeping at Last |
Album | Yearbook |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:23.00] | Through wires and waves, our voices carry |
[00:28.00] | Such careful words that we can barely speak out loud |
[00:39.00] | We found an ocean when we needed land |
[00:46.00] | We drowned in words when we needed a hand |
[00:51.00] | So we plead for night, and the sun keeps on spilling light |
[00:58.00] | There's a fine line, a fine line in between |
[01:07.00] | Our progress and our instability |
[01:18.00] | We can't help ourselves but hunt for more |
[01:26.00] | A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore |
[01:36.00] | The catalyst we've waited for |
[01:47.00] | We live and die under the thumb of fear |
[01:52.00] | As though the finish line will merely disappear |
[01:56.00] | If we take one less step, even to catch our breath |
[02:04.00] | We once felt safe, like no cure was needed |
[02:10.00] | Our vocabularies had no room for “defeated” |
[02:15.00] | But we grew up quick and became connoisseurs of it |
[02:22.00] | There's a fine line, a fine line in between |
[02:31.00] | Our progress and our instability |
[02:41.00] | We can't help ourselves but hunt for more |
[02:51.00] | A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore |
[03:01.00] | The catalyst we've waited for |
[00:23.00] | Through wires and waves, our voices carry |
[00:28.00] | Such careful words that we can barely speak out loud |
[00:39.00] | We found an ocean when we needed land |
[00:46.00] | We drowned in words when we needed a hand |
[00:51.00] | So we plead for night, and the sun keeps on spilling light |
[00:58.00] | There' s a fine line, a fine line in between |
[01:07.00] | Our progress and our instability |
[01:18.00] | We can' t help ourselves but hunt for more |
[01:26.00] | A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore |
[01:36.00] | The catalyst we' ve waited for |
[01:47.00] | We live and die under the thumb of fear |
[01:52.00] | As though the finish line will merely disappear |
[01:56.00] | If we take one less step, even to catch our breath |
[02:04.00] | We once felt safe, like no cure was needed |
[02:10.00] | Our vocabularies had no room for " defeated" |
[02:15.00] | But we grew up quick and became connoisseurs of it |
[02:22.00] | There' s a fine line, a fine line in between |
[02:31.00] | Our progress and our instability |
[02:41.00] | We can' t help ourselves but hunt for more |
[02:51.00] | A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore |
[03:01.00] | The catalyst we' ve waited for |
[00:23.00] | Through wires and waves, our voices carry |
[00:28.00] | Such careful words that we can barely speak out loud |
[00:39.00] | We found an ocean when we needed land |
[00:46.00] | We drowned in words when we needed a hand |
[00:51.00] | So we plead for night, and the sun keeps on spilling light |
[00:58.00] | There' s a fine line, a fine line in between |
[01:07.00] | Our progress and our instability |
[01:18.00] | We can' t help ourselves but hunt for more |
[01:26.00] | A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore |
[01:36.00] | The catalyst we' ve waited for |
[01:47.00] | We live and die under the thumb of fear |
[01:52.00] | As though the finish line will merely disappear |
[01:56.00] | If we take one less step, even to catch our breath |
[02:04.00] | We once felt safe, like no cure was needed |
[02:10.00] | Our vocabularies had no room for " defeated" |
[02:15.00] | But we grew up quick and became connoisseurs of it |
[02:22.00] | There' s a fine line, a fine line in between |
[02:31.00] | Our progress and our instability |
[02:41.00] | We can' t help ourselves but hunt for more |
[02:51.00] | A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore |
[03:01.00] | The catalyst we' ve waited for |