Song | Mars |
Artist | Sleeping at Last |
Album | Atlas: Space I |
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[00:32.89] | We laid our names to rest |
[00:37.31] | Along the dotted line. |
[00:45.21] | We left our date of birth |
[00:49.36] | And our history behind. |
[00:53.05] | We were full of life, |
[00:55.78] | We could barely hold it in. |
[00:58.96] | We were amateurs at war, |
[01:01.89] | Strangers to suffering. |
[01:05.12] | We made our families proud |
[01:08.02] | But scared at the same time. |
[01:11.30] | We promised we’d be safe, |
[01:13.98] | Another lie from the front lines. |
[01:17.43] | Our backs against the wall, |
[01:20.35] | We’re surrounded and afraid. |
[01:23.24] | Our lives now in the hands |
[01:26.52] | Of the soldiers taking arms. |
[01:30.06] | Our questions ricochet |
[01:32.38] | Like broken satellites: |
[01:35.47] | How our bodies, born to heal, |
[01:39.05] | Become so prone to die? |
[01:53.02] | Though time is ruthless, |
[01:56.54] | It showed us kindness in the end, |
[02:00.80] | By slowing down enough, |
[02:03.28] | A second chance to make amends. |
[02:06.46] | As life replayed, we heard a voice proclaim: |
[02:13.52] | "lay your weapons down!“ |
[02:16.25] | They’re calling off the war |
[02:19.43] | On account of losing track |
[02:22.42] | Of what we’re fighting for." |
[02:25.90] | So we found our way back home, |
[02:28.58] | Let our cuts and bruises heal. |
[02:31.77] | While a brand-new war began, |
[02:34.95] | One that no one else could feel. |
[02:38.33] | Our nights have grown so long. |
[02:41.06] | Now we beg for sound advice. |
[02:43.84] | "let the brokenness be felt “ |
[02:46.92] | 'til you reach the other side. |
[02:50.27] | There is goodness in the heart |
[02:53.11] | Of every broken man |
[02:56.44] | Who comes right up to the edge |
[02:59.11] | Of losing everything he has." |
[03:09.32] | We were young enough to sign |
[03:11.86] | Along the dotted line. |
[03:21.31] | Now we’re young enough to try |
[03:24.31] | To build a better life. |
[03:30.70] | To build a better life. |
ti: | |
ar: | |
al: | |
[00:32.89] | We laid our names to rest |
[00:37.31] | Along the dotted line. |
[00:45.21] | We left our date of birth |
[00:49.36] | And our history behind. |
[00:53.05] | We were full of life, |
[00:55.78] | We could barely hold it in. |
[00:58.96] | We were amateurs at war, |
[01:01.89] | Strangers to suffering. |
[01:05.12] | We made our families proud |
[01:08.02] | But scared at the same time. |
[01:11.30] | We promised we' d be safe, |
[01:13.98] | Another lie from the front lines. |
[01:17.43] | Our backs against the wall, |
[01:20.35] | We' re surrounded and afraid. |
[01:23.24] | Our lives now in the hands |
[01:26.52] | Of the soldiers taking arms. |
[01:30.06] | Our questions ricochet |
[01:32.38] | Like broken satellites: |
[01:35.47] | How our bodies, born to heal, |
[01:39.05] | Become so prone to die? |
[01:53.02] | Though time is ruthless, |
[01:56.54] | It showed us kindness in the end, |
[02:00.80] | By slowing down enough, |
[02:03.28] | A second chance to make amends. |
[02:06.46] | As life replayed, we heard a voice proclaim: |
[02:13.52] | " lay your weapons down!" |
[02:16.25] | They' re calling off the war |
[02:19.43] | On account of losing track |
[02:22.42] | Of what we' re fighting for." |
[02:25.90] | So we found our way back home, |
[02:28.58] | Let our cuts and bruises heal. |
[02:31.77] | While a brandnew war began, |
[02:34.95] | One that no one else could feel. |
[02:38.33] | Our nights have grown so long. |
[02:41.06] | Now we beg for sound advice. |
[02:43.84] | " let the brokenness be felt " |
[02:46.92] | ' til you reach the other side. |
[02:50.27] | There is goodness in the heart |
[02:53.11] | Of every broken man |
[02:56.44] | Who comes right up to the edge |
[02:59.11] | Of losing everything he has." |
[03:09.32] | We were young enough to sign |
[03:11.86] | Along the dotted line. |
[03:21.31] | Now we' re young enough to try |
[03:24.31] | To build a better life. |
[03:30.70] | To build a better life. |
ti: | |
ar: | |
al: | |
[00:32.89] | We laid our names to rest |
[00:37.31] | Along the dotted line. |
[00:45.21] | We left our date of birth |
[00:49.36] | And our history behind. |
[00:53.05] | We were full of life, |
[00:55.78] | We could barely hold it in. |
[00:58.96] | We were amateurs at war, |
[01:01.89] | Strangers to suffering. |
[01:05.12] | We made our families proud |
[01:08.02] | But scared at the same time. |
[01:11.30] | We promised we' d be safe, |
[01:13.98] | Another lie from the front lines. |
[01:17.43] | Our backs against the wall, |
[01:20.35] | We' re surrounded and afraid. |
[01:23.24] | Our lives now in the hands |
[01:26.52] | Of the soldiers taking arms. |
[01:30.06] | Our questions ricochet |
[01:32.38] | Like broken satellites: |
[01:35.47] | How our bodies, born to heal, |
[01:39.05] | Become so prone to die? |
[01:53.02] | Though time is ruthless, |
[01:56.54] | It showed us kindness in the end, |
[02:00.80] | By slowing down enough, |
[02:03.28] | A second chance to make amends. |
[02:06.46] | As life replayed, we heard a voice proclaim: |
[02:13.52] | " lay your weapons down!" |
[02:16.25] | They' re calling off the war |
[02:19.43] | On account of losing track |
[02:22.42] | Of what we' re fighting for." |
[02:25.90] | So we found our way back home, |
[02:28.58] | Let our cuts and bruises heal. |
[02:31.77] | While a brandnew war began, |
[02:34.95] | One that no one else could feel. |
[02:38.33] | Our nights have grown so long. |
[02:41.06] | Now we beg for sound advice. |
[02:43.84] | " let the brokenness be felt " |
[02:46.92] | ' til you reach the other side. |
[02:50.27] | There is goodness in the heart |
[02:53.11] | Of every broken man |
[02:56.44] | Who comes right up to the edge |
[02:59.11] | Of losing everything he has." |
[03:09.32] | We were young enough to sign |
[03:11.86] | Along the dotted line. |
[03:21.31] | Now we' re young enough to try |
[03:24.31] | To build a better life. |
[03:30.70] | To build a better life. |