| Song | Breathing Room Barricades |
| Artist | The Bled |
| Album | Silent Treatment |
| 作曲 : Muñoz, Ott, Pedicone, Simoes ... | |
| and then there was one | |
| with a sharpened grin | |
| a home i was never meant to find. | |
| the wound was exposed | |
| and i fell in | |
| a curse i was blessed with as a child | |
| and i | |
| spent my life waiting for this | |
| i knew | |
| i even bore the mark around my wrist | |
| and i | |
| feel like this could be enough | |
| and i | |
| this could be the one | |
| this could be the one. | |
| raise your palms to me | |
| and let me show you where our lines collide | |
| graze the scalp and see | |
| show me where you think they placed that tracking device. | |
| it is so contagious | |
| you can't | |
| escape from me | |
| you can't | |
| run | |
| they're hot on your trail | |
| hunting your down for a lock of your hair | |
| and they shot your on the space between your wings. | |
| they tied your limbs and made you sing | |
| what makes you so evasive? | |
| you won't escape from me. | |
| we've lost communication | |
| these words will dissipate | |
| i've scoured through this wasteland | |
| you are a mystery | |
| and i caught you right before you fled | |
| if i could breathe in your air | |
| then i'd believe what you said | |
| if i could see what you see | |
| then i would never have left | |
| i picked apart all the clues that i found | |
| i stood out i stood out for you to show yourself | |
| we can forget everything we've become | |
| it's not far it's not far until the oxygen | |
| show me what's in store | |
| locked beneath trap doors | |
| for every plot | |
| unrevealed | |
| you counted my scars and made me sing | |
| every note | |
| every secret | |
| you forced me back into lucidity | |
| and you proved to us, | |
| you proved to me | |
| suffer the distance between | |
| we'll douse our words in kerosene | |
| suffer leave something for me | |
| we'll burn them all until we make this true | |
| i'll clip my wings and give it all to you. |
| zuò qǔ : Mu oz, Ott, Pedicone, Simoes ... | |
| and then there was one | |
| with a sharpened grin | |
| a home i was never meant to find. | |
| the wound was exposed | |
| and i fell in | |
| a curse i was blessed with as a child | |
| and i | |
| spent my life waiting for this | |
| i knew | |
| i even bore the mark around my wrist | |
| and i | |
| feel like this could be enough | |
| and i | |
| this could be the one | |
| this could be the one. | |
| raise your palms to me | |
| and let me show you where our lines collide | |
| graze the scalp and see | |
| show me where you think they placed that tracking device. | |
| it is so contagious | |
| you can' t | |
| escape from me | |
| you can' t | |
| run | |
| they' re hot on your trail | |
| hunting your down for a lock of your hair | |
| and they shot your on the space between your wings. | |
| they tied your limbs and made you sing | |
| what makes you so evasive? | |
| you won' t escape from me. | |
| we' ve lost communication | |
| these words will dissipate | |
| i' ve scoured through this wasteland | |
| you are a mystery | |
| and i caught you right before you fled | |
| if i could breathe in your air | |
| then i' d believe what you said | |
| if i could see what you see | |
| then i would never have left | |
| i picked apart all the clues that i found | |
| i stood out i stood out for you to show yourself | |
| we can forget everything we' ve become | |
| it' s not far it' s not far until the oxygen | |
| show me what' s in store | |
| locked beneath trap doors | |
| for every plot | |
| unrevealed | |
| you counted my scars and made me sing | |
| every note | |
| every secret | |
| you forced me back into lucidity | |
| and you proved to us, | |
| you proved to me | |
| suffer the distance between | |
| we' ll douse our words in kerosene | |
| suffer leave something for me | |
| we' ll burn them all until we make this true | |
| i' ll clip my wings and give it all to you. |