| 作词 : Lydia Clowes/Teresa Origone/Georgia Mason/Mercy Welbeck | |
| 作曲 : Lydia Clowes/Teresa Origone/Georgia Mason/Mercy Welbeck | |
| Don't look, maybe you should cover your eyes | |
| Turn off, you could turn your music up loud | |
| Just carry on, if you can drown out the sound | |
| Blissfully unaware | |
| Do you see your breath in the heat? | |
| Do you see it in the sun? | |
| Close your eyes or stay awake | |
| Fill it up to evaporate | |
| There's something in naivety | |
| A lonely way to feeling free | |
| We sail across the underneath, underneath | |
| Tell me do you see your breath in the heat? | |
| Do you see it in the sun? | |
| Close your eyes or stay awake | |
| Fill it up to evaporate | |
| Close your eyes or stay awake | |
| Fill it up to evaporate | |
| How could you be feeling so blissful when we're still full of what can only make us sick | |
| The lies and fumes we choke on both of it | |
| Consumed with only numbers of our clicks | |
| And then we split then claim to be homesick | |
| Which way round next go 'head I'll let you pick | |
| Tar my lungs with words that only stick | |
| Then crush my chest with layers painted thick | |
| Is there any comfort in numb? | |
| We can keep linking in parks, as if we were young | |
| And plan when we're old, and what we'll become | |
| And how we'll live South with all our income | |
| Is it his voice we dismiss? | |
| And all of our gifts we resist | |
| As if we don't have more we can give | |
| But we'll carry on living in bliss 'cause we're owed it | |
| Close your eyes or stay awake | |
| Fill it up to evaporate | |
| Close your eyes or stay awake | |
| Fill it up to evaporate |
| zuo ci : Lydia Clowes Teresa Origone Georgia Mason Mercy Welbeck | |
| zuo qu : Lydia Clowes Teresa Origone Georgia Mason Mercy Welbeck | |
| Don' t look, maybe you should cover your eyes | |
| Turn off, you could turn your music up loud | |
| Just carry on, if you can drown out the sound | |
| Blissfully unaware | |
| Do you see your breath in the heat? | |
| Do you see it in the sun? | |
| Close your eyes or stay awake | |
| Fill it up to evaporate | |
| There' s something in naivety | |
| A lonely way to feeling free | |
| We sail across the underneath, underneath | |
| Tell me do you see your breath in the heat? | |
| Do you see it in the sun? | |
| Close your eyes or stay awake | |
| Fill it up to evaporate | |
| Close your eyes or stay awake | |
| Fill it up to evaporate | |
| How could you be feeling so blissful when we' re still full of what can only make us sick | |
| The lies and fumes we choke on both of it | |
| Consumed with only numbers of our clicks | |
| And then we split then claim to be homesick | |
| Which way round next go ' head I' ll let you pick | |
| Tar my lungs with words that only stick | |
| Then crush my chest with layers painted thick | |
| Is there any comfort in numb? | |
| We can keep linking in parks, as if we were young | |
| And plan when we' re old, and what we' ll become | |
| And how we' ll live South with all our income | |
| Is it his voice we dismiss? | |
| And all of our gifts we resist | |
| As if we don' t have more we can give | |
| But we' ll carry on living in bliss ' cause we' re owed it | |
| Close your eyes or stay awake | |
| Fill it up to evaporate | |
| Close your eyes or stay awake | |
| Fill it up to evaporate |
| zuò cí : Lydia Clowes Teresa Origone Georgia Mason Mercy Welbeck | |
| zuò qǔ : Lydia Clowes Teresa Origone Georgia Mason Mercy Welbeck | |
| Don' t look, maybe you should cover your eyes | |
| Turn off, you could turn your music up loud | |
| Just carry on, if you can drown out the sound | |
| Blissfully unaware | |
| Do you see your breath in the heat? | |
| Do you see it in the sun? | |
| Close your eyes or stay awake | |
| Fill it up to evaporate | |
| There' s something in naivety | |
| A lonely way to feeling free | |
| We sail across the underneath, underneath | |
| Tell me do you see your breath in the heat? | |
| Do you see it in the sun? | |
| Close your eyes or stay awake | |
| Fill it up to evaporate | |
| Close your eyes or stay awake | |
| Fill it up to evaporate | |
| How could you be feeling so blissful when we' re still full of what can only make us sick | |
| The lies and fumes we choke on both of it | |
| Consumed with only numbers of our clicks | |
| And then we split then claim to be homesick | |
| Which way round next go ' head I' ll let you pick | |
| Tar my lungs with words that only stick | |
| Then crush my chest with layers painted thick | |
| Is there any comfort in numb? | |
| We can keep linking in parks, as if we were young | |
| And plan when we' re old, and what we' ll become | |
| And how we' ll live South with all our income | |
| Is it his voice we dismiss? | |
| And all of our gifts we resist | |
| As if we don' t have more we can give | |
| But we' ll carry on living in bliss ' cause we' re owed it | |
| Close your eyes or stay awake | |
| Fill it up to evaporate | |
| Close your eyes or stay awake | |
| Fill it up to evaporate |
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