作曲 : Zeraphine | |
作词 : Zeraphine | |
Tomorrows Morning | |
It’s so severe | |
You stare at me through eyes unbelievably sad | |
Are you here? | |
Your dreams captured under your bed | |
Could we adhere | |
To rules and plans and these futile intents | |
Could we break apart the ties, stop all motion | |
The trauma’s inside of our heads | |
Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
You persevere to fight the pain | |
But you’re lost in this game | |
There’s no chance | |
Are you near? | |
My being is finally dead | |
You disappear | |
In the arms of your ghost | |
You’re entirely enclosed | |
And you mind escapes | |
The answers are missing | |
The consciousness is almost shed | |
Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
We buried tomorrows morning |
zuo qu : Zeraphine | |
zuo ci : Zeraphine | |
Tomorrows Morning | |
It' s so severe | |
You stare at me through eyes unbelievably sad | |
Are you here? | |
Your dreams captured under your bed | |
Could we adhere | |
To rules and plans and these futile intents | |
Could we break apart the ties, stop all motion | |
The trauma' s inside of our heads | |
Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
You persevere to fight the pain | |
But you' re lost in this game | |
There' s no chance | |
Are you near? | |
My being is finally dead | |
You disappear | |
In the arms of your ghost | |
You' re entirely enclosed | |
And you mind escapes | |
The answers are missing | |
The consciousness is almost shed | |
Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
We buried tomorrows morning |
zuò qǔ : Zeraphine | |
zuò cí : Zeraphine | |
Tomorrows Morning | |
It' s so severe | |
You stare at me through eyes unbelievably sad | |
Are you here? | |
Your dreams captured under your bed | |
Could we adhere | |
To rules and plans and these futile intents | |
Could we break apart the ties, stop all motion | |
The trauma' s inside of our heads | |
Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
You persevere to fight the pain | |
But you' re lost in this game | |
There' s no chance | |
Are you near? | |
My being is finally dead | |
You disappear | |
In the arms of your ghost | |
You' re entirely enclosed | |
And you mind escapes | |
The answers are missing | |
The consciousness is almost shed | |
Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Leaving our hopes alone tonight | |
We buried tomorrows morning | |
Tracing the scopes of our delight | |
We buried tomorrows morning |