Song | The Sea of Atlas |
Artist | Sleeping at Last |
Album | Yearbook - June - EP |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:23.000] | Through wires and waves, our voices carry |
[00:28.000] | Such careful words that we can barely speak out loud |
[00:39.000] | We found an ocean when we needed land |
[00:46.000] | We drowned in words when we needed a hand |
[00:51.000] | So we plead for night, and the sun keeps on spilling light |
[00:58.000] | There's a fine line, a fine line in between |
[01:07.000] | Our progress and our instability |
[01:18.000] | We can't help ourselves but hunt for more |
[01:26.000] | A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore |
[01:36.000] | The catalyst we've waited for |
[01:47.000] | We live and die under the thumb of fear |
[01:52.000] | As though the finish line will merely disappear |
[01:56.000] | If we take one less step, even to catch our breath |
[02:04.000] | We once felt safe, like no cure was needed |
[02:10.000] | Our vocabularies had no room for “defeated” |
[02:15.000] | But we grew up quick and became connoisseurs of it |
[02:22.900] | There's a fine line, a fine line in between |
[02:33.700] | Our progress and our instability |
[02:42.800] | We can't help ourselves but hunt for more |
[02:52.800] | A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore |
[03:02.800] | The catalyst we've waited for |
[00:23.000] | Through wires and waves, our voices carry |
[00:28.000] | Such careful words that we can barely speak out loud |
[00:39.000] | We found an ocean when we needed land |
[00:46.000] | We drowned in words when we needed a hand |
[00:51.000] | So we plead for night, and the sun keeps on spilling light |
[00:58.000] | There' s a fine line, a fine line in between |
[01:07.000] | Our progress and our instability |
[01:18.000] | We can' t help ourselves but hunt for more |
[01:26.000] | A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore |
[01:36.000] | The catalyst we' ve waited for |
[01:47.000] | We live and die under the thumb of fear |
[01:52.000] | As though the finish line will merely disappear |
[01:56.000] | If we take one less step, even to catch our breath |
[02:04.000] | We once felt safe, like no cure was needed |
[02:10.000] | Our vocabularies had no room for " defeated" |
[02:15.000] | But we grew up quick and became connoisseurs of it |
[02:22.900] | There' s a fine line, a fine line in between |
[02:33.700] | Our progress and our instability |
[02:42.800] | We can' t help ourselves but hunt for more |
[02:52.800] | A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore |
[03:02.800] | The catalyst we' ve waited for |
[00:23.000] | Through wires and waves, our voices carry |
[00:28.000] | Such careful words that we can barely speak out loud |
[00:39.000] | We found an ocean when we needed land |
[00:46.000] | We drowned in words when we needed a hand |
[00:51.000] | So we plead for night, and the sun keeps on spilling light |
[00:58.000] | There' s a fine line, a fine line in between |
[01:07.000] | Our progress and our instability |
[01:18.000] | We can' t help ourselves but hunt for more |
[01:26.000] | A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore |
[01:36.000] | The catalyst we' ve waited for |
[01:47.000] | We live and die under the thumb of fear |
[01:52.000] | As though the finish line will merely disappear |
[01:56.000] | If we take one less step, even to catch our breath |
[02:04.000] | We once felt safe, like no cure was needed |
[02:10.000] | Our vocabularies had no room for " defeated" |
[02:15.000] | But we grew up quick and became connoisseurs of it |
[02:22.900] | There' s a fine line, a fine line in between |
[02:33.700] | Our progress and our instability |
[02:42.800] | We can' t help ourselves but hunt for more |
[02:52.800] | A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore |
[03:02.800] | The catalyst we' ve waited for |