| Song | Analog Park |
| Artist | The Gathering |
| Album | If_then_else |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gathering, VanGiersbergen | |
| In the garden, in the park, on a bench, | |
| I sit. A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summer. | |
| It is coming my way, | |
| I patiently wait. | |
| I see the sign, it's on the road and | |
| I think it's crazy | |
| In the garden, of the park, on a bench, | |
| I watch. The sandy feet of the children. | |
| Pearls of sweat run across their beautiful faces. | |
| You see the sign, it's on the road but | |
| I think you're crazy | |
| You are, you are the sign of my unrelief | |
| As I easily get inner contact with myself, | |
| I notice distress grabbing for my throat. | |
| It is time to reach out. | |
| To find something that isn't there, | |
| You see the signs, they're on the road but | |
| I think it's crazy | |
| You are, you are the sign of my unrelief |
| zuo ci : Gathering, VanGiersbergen | |
| In the garden, in the park, on a bench, | |
| I sit. A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summer. | |
| It is coming my way, | |
| I patiently wait. | |
| I see the sign, it' s on the road and | |
| I think it' s crazy | |
| In the garden, of the park, on a bench, | |
| I watch. The sandy feet of the children. | |
| Pearls of sweat run across their beautiful faces. | |
| You see the sign, it' s on the road but | |
| I think you' re crazy | |
| You are, you are the sign of my unrelief | |
| As I easily get inner contact with myself, | |
| I notice distress grabbing for my throat. | |
| It is time to reach out. | |
| To find something that isn' t there, | |
| You see the signs, they' re on the road but | |
| I think it' s crazy | |
| You are, you are the sign of my unrelief |
| zuò cí : Gathering, VanGiersbergen | |
| In the garden, in the park, on a bench, | |
| I sit. A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summer. | |
| It is coming my way, | |
| I patiently wait. | |
| I see the sign, it' s on the road and | |
| I think it' s crazy | |
| In the garden, of the park, on a bench, | |
| I watch. The sandy feet of the children. | |
| Pearls of sweat run across their beautiful faces. | |
| You see the sign, it' s on the road but | |
| I think you' re crazy | |
| You are, you are the sign of my unrelief | |
| As I easily get inner contact with myself, | |
| I notice distress grabbing for my throat. | |
| It is time to reach out. | |
| To find something that isn' t there, | |
| You see the signs, they' re on the road but | |
| I think it' s crazy | |
| You are, you are the sign of my unrelief |