| 作词 : Brydon, Murphy | |
| If often in the still of night | |
| Thoughts turn out twisted | |
| Well unwind | |
| Uncurl and lay the worries of the world | |
| By any fire you find | |
| Dreamers only believers in their sleep | |
| Under archievers take a leap | |
| Tell her the secrets that you keep | |
| So close and yet too far out | |
| Maybe someday youl hear | |
| Sweet somethings whispered softly | |
| Into your ear | |
| To those with afflictions | |
| Prone to addictions | |
| To users and to losers | |
| Doubters and their daughters and sons | |
| Your Angel will come | |
| Maybe she come and gone | |
| Already lost the one | |
| What have you done | |
| You lost the only one | |
| If you came from something | |
| And youe headed nowhere | |
| Out on the run | |
| Allow this thought to crystallise | |
| It is better in the long run | |
| To never get there | |
| And let the journey decide | |
| In all this doom and this gloom | |
| And pessimistical visions | |
| Came all condemned men | |
| All fatalists in metaphysical fear | |
| How could love be here | |
| To those with afflictions | |
| Prone to addictions | |
| To users and losers | |
| Doubters and their daughters and sons | |
| Your Angel will come | |
| And to those with intentions | |
| In all three dimensions | |
| To jokers and to the joke | |
| Doubters and their daughters and sons | |
| (maybe youe found the one) | |
| Maybe she come and gone |
| zuo ci : Brydon, Murphy | |
| If often in the still of night | |
| Thoughts turn out twisted | |
| Well unwind | |
| Uncurl and lay the worries of the world | |
| By any fire you find | |
| Dreamers only believers in their sleep | |
| Under archievers take a leap | |
| Tell her the secrets that you keep | |
| So close and yet too far out | |
| Maybe someday you l hear | |
| Sweet somethings whispered softly | |
| Into your ear | |
| To those with afflictions | |
| Prone to addictions | |
| To users and to losers | |
| Doubters and their daughters and sons | |
| Your Angel will come | |
| Maybe she come and gone | |
| Already lost the one | |
| What have you done | |
| You lost the only one | |
| If you came from something | |
| And you e headed nowhere | |
| Out on the run | |
| Allow this thought to crystallise | |
| It is better in the long run | |
| To never get there | |
| And let the journey decide | |
| In all this doom and this gloom | |
| And pessimistical visions | |
| Came all condemned men | |
| All fatalists in metaphysical fear | |
| How could love be here | |
| To those with afflictions | |
| Prone to addictions | |
| To users and losers | |
| Doubters and their daughters and sons | |
| Your Angel will come | |
| And to those with intentions | |
| In all three dimensions | |
| To jokers and to the joke | |
| Doubters and their daughters and sons | |
| maybe you e found the one | |
| Maybe she come and gone |
| zuò cí : Brydon, Murphy | |
| If often in the still of night | |
| Thoughts turn out twisted | |
| Well unwind | |
| Uncurl and lay the worries of the world | |
| By any fire you find | |
| Dreamers only believers in their sleep | |
| Under archievers take a leap | |
| Tell her the secrets that you keep | |
| So close and yet too far out | |
| Maybe someday you l hear | |
| Sweet somethings whispered softly | |
| Into your ear | |
| To those with afflictions | |
| Prone to addictions | |
| To users and to losers | |
| Doubters and their daughters and sons | |
| Your Angel will come | |
| Maybe she come and gone | |
| Already lost the one | |
| What have you done | |
| You lost the only one | |
| If you came from something | |
| And you e headed nowhere | |
| Out on the run | |
| Allow this thought to crystallise | |
| It is better in the long run | |
| To never get there | |
| And let the journey decide | |
| In all this doom and this gloom | |
| And pessimistical visions | |
| Came all condemned men | |
| All fatalists in metaphysical fear | |
| How could love be here | |
| To those with afflictions | |
| Prone to addictions | |
| To users and losers | |
| Doubters and their daughters and sons | |
| Your Angel will come | |
| And to those with intentions | |
| In all three dimensions | |
| To jokers and to the joke | |
| Doubters and their daughters and sons | |
| maybe you e found the one | |
| Maybe she come and gone |
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