| 作词 : Chris Burton/Scott Gear/Mat Taylor | |
| 作曲 : Chris Burton/Scott Gear/Mat Taylor | |
| Standing under a streetlight in the blistering cold. | |
| Positivity declines as I’m gazing at my feet. | |
| Checking no one’s passing as I stare at my breath. | |
| Looking out on the bridge I know, It’s not what I need. | |
| I’m seeing colour | |
| In something that still hovers | |
| I’m ready to start over | |
| And find my way out this tunnel. | |
| Heading back to comfort with a drink in my hand | |
| Medicine and caffeine keeps my stomach in tact. | |
| It lasted three years and seventy-eight days. | |
| I’m sorry for the burden and I can’t push you away. | |
| Breaking up puzzles to seal up the cracks | |
| Swear that I wont keep it locked away again. | |
| Hold out your arms and place them around my neck. | |
| Promise I won’t be so insane again. |
| zuo ci : Chris Burton Scott Gear Mat Taylor | |
| zuo qu : Chris Burton Scott Gear Mat Taylor | |
| Standing under a streetlight in the blistering cold. | |
| Positivity declines as I' m gazing at my feet. | |
| Checking no one' s passing as I stare at my breath. | |
| Looking out on the bridge I know, It' s not what I need. | |
| I' m seeing colour | |
| In something that still hovers | |
| I' m ready to start over | |
| And find my way out this tunnel. | |
| Heading back to comfort with a drink in my hand | |
| Medicine and caffeine keeps my stomach in tact. | |
| It lasted three years and seventy-eight days. | |
| I' m sorry for the burden and I can' t push you away. | |
| Breaking up puzzles to seal up the cracks | |
| Swear that I wont keep it locked away again. | |
| Hold out your arms and place them around my neck. | |
| Promise I won' t be so insane again. |
| zuò cí : Chris Burton Scott Gear Mat Taylor | |
| zuò qǔ : Chris Burton Scott Gear Mat Taylor | |
| Standing under a streetlight in the blistering cold. | |
| Positivity declines as I' m gazing at my feet. | |
| Checking no one' s passing as I stare at my breath. | |
| Looking out on the bridge I know, It' s not what I need. | |
| I' m seeing colour | |
| In something that still hovers | |
| I' m ready to start over | |
| And find my way out this tunnel. | |
| Heading back to comfort with a drink in my hand | |
| Medicine and caffeine keeps my stomach in tact. | |
| It lasted three years and seventy-eight days. | |
| I' m sorry for the burden and I can' t push you away. | |
| Breaking up puzzles to seal up the cracks | |
| Swear that I wont keep it locked away again. | |
| Hold out your arms and place them around my neck. | |
| Promise I won' t be so insane again. |
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