| 作曲 : Cursive | |
| The night has fallen down the staircase | |
| And I, for one, have felt its bruises | |
| Equilbrium; inebriated | |
| Our social graces have been displaced | |
| As we sink deeper into the drink | |
| The volume increases.... | |
| Night time resurrects fault lines | |
| Silent wars -- rumble somewhere below | |
| The surfaces verses... | |
| The surfaces verses... | |
| The shoe is dropped, lungs explode | |
| Shards of words of a shattered voice | |
| And there's still a hole where the phone was thrown | |
| Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah... | |
| Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah... | |
| The moon is rising, a revolution | |
| I close my eyes and the room is spinning | |
| You're screaming: | |
| "Sweetie, the moon has raped me -- | |
| It has left its seeds like a tomb inside me | |
| So I must learn to abort these feelings | |
| This romance is bleeding..." | |
| Night time triggers the land mines | |
| Bedroom wounds -- lovers like brigadiers | |
| Marching two by two... | |
| Marching two by two... | |
| A soldier's down | |
| Flood gates burst | |
| I've said some things I wish you'd never heard | |
| Like, "There's still a hole where the phone was thrown." | |
| It's growing as we speak | |
| And it's sucking us both in | |
| A vacuum of sorrow to swallow up the day |
| zuo qu : Cursive | |
| The night has fallen down the staircase | |
| And I, for one, have felt its bruises | |
| Equilbrium inebriated | |
| Our social graces have been displaced | |
| As we sink deeper into the drink | |
| The volume increases.... | |
| Night time resurrects fault lines | |
| Silent wars rumble somewhere below | |
| The surfaces verses... | |
| The surfaces verses... | |
| The shoe is dropped, lungs explode | |
| Shards of words of a shattered voice | |
| And there' s still a hole where the phone was thrown | |
| Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah... | |
| Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah... | |
| The moon is rising, a revolution | |
| I close my eyes and the room is spinning | |
| You' re screaming: | |
| " Sweetie, the moon has raped me | |
| It has left its seeds like a tomb inside me | |
| So I must learn to abort these feelings | |
| This romance is bleeding..." | |
| Night time triggers the land mines | |
| Bedroom wounds lovers like brigadiers | |
| Marching two by two... | |
| Marching two by two... | |
| A soldier' s down | |
| Flood gates burst | |
| I' ve said some things I wish you' d never heard | |
| Like, " There' s still a hole where the phone was thrown." | |
| It' s growing as we speak | |
| And it' s sucking us both in | |
| A vacuum of sorrow to swallow up the day |
| zuò qǔ : Cursive | |
| The night has fallen down the staircase | |
| And I, for one, have felt its bruises | |
| Equilbrium inebriated | |
| Our social graces have been displaced | |
| As we sink deeper into the drink | |
| The volume increases.... | |
| Night time resurrects fault lines | |
| Silent wars rumble somewhere below | |
| The surfaces verses... | |
| The surfaces verses... | |
| The shoe is dropped, lungs explode | |
| Shards of words of a shattered voice | |
| And there' s still a hole where the phone was thrown | |
| Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah... | |
| Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah... | |
| The moon is rising, a revolution | |
| I close my eyes and the room is spinning | |
| You' re screaming: | |
| " Sweetie, the moon has raped me | |
| It has left its seeds like a tomb inside me | |
| So I must learn to abort these feelings | |
| This romance is bleeding..." | |
| Night time triggers the land mines | |
| Bedroom wounds lovers like brigadiers | |
| Marching two by two... | |
| Marching two by two... | |
| A soldier' s down | |
| Flood gates burst | |
| I' ve said some things I wish you' d never heard | |
| Like, " There' s still a hole where the phone was thrown." | |
| It' s growing as we speak | |
| And it' s sucking us both in | |
| A vacuum of sorrow to swallow up the day |
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