Song | Anatomy of a Scene |
Artist | Burden of a Day |
Album | Pilots and Paper Planes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Burden Of A Day | |
As the they stand in ruins of cities | |
the children play in ashes | |
knee deep | |
in our neglect | |
our bags in overhead compartments | |
so secure | |
we walk with the world underneath our feet | |
inside these cocoons made of band-aids and foam | |
to stop the noises from bleeding in | |
we like our music loud and different to alienate the masses | |
run into the nightmare of self absorption | |
we are what it takes to survive | |
into the night we fall as pilots in paper planes | |
we race against this coming rain | |
out running this chance | |
to prove that we are alive and we're here to stay | |
we let this go | |
our only chance to say | |
our lives meant something more | |
the air our fists are beating | |
inside our hearts are bleeding | |
we race to the end | |
tonight we're dancing on the edge of reason | |
pushing envelopes | |
as if the postman could be tried for treason | |
our canopy's covered in graffiti | |
with no parachute we'll crash and burn | |
baby burn | |
without your calming fire we'll burn | |
brilliantly without a cause... |
zuo qu : Burden Of A Day | |
As the they stand in ruins of cities | |
the children play in ashes | |
knee deep | |
in our neglect | |
our bags in overhead compartments | |
so secure | |
we walk with the world underneath our feet | |
inside these cocoons made of bandaids and foam | |
to stop the noises from bleeding in | |
we like our music loud and different to alienate the masses | |
run into the nightmare of self absorption | |
we are what it takes to survive | |
into the night we fall as pilots in paper planes | |
we race against this coming rain | |
out running this chance | |
to prove that we are alive and we' re here to stay | |
we let this go | |
our only chance to say | |
our lives meant something more | |
the air our fists are beating | |
inside our hearts are bleeding | |
we race to the end | |
tonight we' re dancing on the edge of reason | |
pushing envelopes | |
as if the postman could be tried for treason | |
our canopy' s covered in graffiti | |
with no parachute we' ll crash and burn | |
baby burn | |
without your calming fire we' ll burn | |
brilliantly without a cause... |
zuò qǔ : Burden Of A Day | |
As the they stand in ruins of cities | |
the children play in ashes | |
knee deep | |
in our neglect | |
our bags in overhead compartments | |
so secure | |
we walk with the world underneath our feet | |
inside these cocoons made of bandaids and foam | |
to stop the noises from bleeding in | |
we like our music loud and different to alienate the masses | |
run into the nightmare of self absorption | |
we are what it takes to survive | |
into the night we fall as pilots in paper planes | |
we race against this coming rain | |
out running this chance | |
to prove that we are alive and we' re here to stay | |
we let this go | |
our only chance to say | |
our lives meant something more | |
the air our fists are beating | |
inside our hearts are bleeding | |
we race to the end | |
tonight we' re dancing on the edge of reason | |
pushing envelopes | |
as if the postman could be tried for treason | |
our canopy' s covered in graffiti | |
with no parachute we' ll crash and burn | |
baby burn | |
without your calming fire we' ll burn | |
brilliantly without a cause... |