| Song | No Blood No Foul |
| Artist | Burden of a Day |
| Album | Pilots and Paper Planes |
| 作曲 : Burden Of A Day | |
| Into the fray we can't jump to conclusions | |
| For we are not what it seems like | |
| Give me your hand, give me your hand | |
| I came to you | |
| you promised me | |
| that you were on just a temporary phase | |
| sheets in the wind | |
| no harm at all | |
| No blood, no foul | |
| But now you're hurt | |
| And it's just killing me to see | |
| Tonight I'd do anything to untie you | |
| from this locomotive | |
| If falling faster helps | |
| I'll sink into oblivion | |
| I'll sink so fast your head will spin | |
| You hold the vapor in your hands | |
| To disregard the scent that pulls you out | |
| This fleeting glimpse is all you have | |
| Please don't blink twice | |
| It will disappear before your eyes | |
| I saw the look in your eyes | |
| Screaming out for mercy | |
| Sidestepping series of disappearing waves | |
| Of disappointment | |
| All the things that hold you back | |
| Please tell me why you won't let me in | |
| You're slitting your own neck | |
| And I can't stop you from trying | |
| If falling faster helps | |
| I'll sink into oblivion | |
| I'll sink so fast your head will spin | |
| You hold the vapor in your hands | |
| To disregard the scent that pulls you out | |
| This fleeting glimpse is all you have | |
| Please don't blink twice | |
| It will disappear before your eyes | |
| Your heart is beating faster now | |
| With abrasive syllables, you stumble for a shaky word | |
| My heart is bursting for the time | |
| When sleep won't come | |
| Till safety rings in my ears | |
| I'll never be able to sleep | |
| I'll never be able to sleep again | |
| Thanks for coming | |
| He said as he walked up to the steps | |
| With our heads held low | |
| Aware of out cracked faces in the sun | |
| We had been running for so long | |
| We had been running | |
| That our shoes were as paper | |
| as we struggled on these blistered feet | |
| His words are as a gentle breeze | |
| We had been sweating | |
| grief stricken tears we had been crying | |
| But it was finished all along | |
| Now we can hold our hears up high | |
| And say that it was worth the climb | |
| The struggle for our very soul | |
| The struggle was not ours at all |
| zuò qǔ : Burden Of A Day | |
| Into the fray we can' t jump to conclusions | |
| For we are not what it seems like | |
| Give me your hand, give me your hand | |
| I came to you | |
| you promised me | |
| that you were on just a temporary phase | |
| sheets in the wind | |
| no harm at all | |
| No blood, no foul | |
| But now you' re hurt | |
| And it' s just killing me to see | |
| Tonight I' d do anything to untie you | |
| from this locomotive | |
| If falling faster helps | |
| I' ll sink into oblivion | |
| I' ll sink so fast your head will spin | |
| You hold the vapor in your hands | |
| To disregard the scent that pulls you out | |
| This fleeting glimpse is all you have | |
| Please don' t blink twice | |
| It will disappear before your eyes | |
| I saw the look in your eyes | |
| Screaming out for mercy | |
| Sidestepping series of disappearing waves | |
| Of disappointment | |
| All the things that hold you back | |
| Please tell me why you won' t let me in | |
| You' re slitting your own neck | |
| And I can' t stop you from trying | |
| If falling faster helps | |
| I' ll sink into oblivion | |
| I' ll sink so fast your head will spin | |
| You hold the vapor in your hands | |
| To disregard the scent that pulls you out | |
| This fleeting glimpse is all you have | |
| Please don' t blink twice | |
| It will disappear before your eyes | |
| Your heart is beating faster now | |
| With abrasive syllables, you stumble for a shaky word | |
| My heart is bursting for the time | |
| When sleep won' t come | |
| Till safety rings in my ears | |
| I' ll never be able to sleep | |
| I' ll never be able to sleep again | |
| Thanks for coming | |
| He said as he walked up to the steps | |
| With our heads held low | |
| Aware of out cracked faces in the sun | |
| We had been running for so long | |
| We had been running | |
| That our shoes were as paper | |
| as we struggled on these blistered feet | |
| His words are as a gentle breeze | |
| We had been sweating | |
| grief stricken tears we had been crying | |
| But it was finished all along | |
| Now we can hold our hears up high | |
| And say that it was worth the climb | |
| The struggle for our very soul | |
| The struggle was not ours at all |