[00:00.00] 作曲 : Will South & Thirteen Senses
[00:24.20]Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a GAP
[00:29.40]They pursue us to the deep end and then depart
[00:35.69]Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain
[00:40.84]For only patterns on a snake's back give us genuine fear
[00:45.72]
[00:46.96]And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
[00:52.11]I get by all the time on a shelf above the door
[00:58.49]And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide
[01:06.77]It's a delicate degree
[01:12.69]It's a number I can see
[01:20.00]
[01:40.56]Could prison cells be in my brain
[01:45.27]For they're safe inside the cover of a dirty face
[01:50.50]And everybody finds a college graduate with joy
[01:56.70]While I'm happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime
[02:01.42]
[02:02.85]And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
[02:08.69]I get by all the time on a shelf above the door
[02:14.51]And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide
[02:22.50]It's a delicate degree
[02:28.70]It's a number I can see
[02:34.36]
[03:13.41]You sit at home up late at night
[03:19.45]When it's beginning to arrive
[03:24.92]And honestly
[03:27.74]I don't see the need for any routines
[03:33.53]I'm all out of sync, I cover my cuts
[03:39.36]And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again
[03:46.70]
[04:06.59]And all this ground beneath my feet
[04:11.74]Has decided not to crumble into the sea
[04:17.86]I walked in a house, it smelt of paint
[04:23.20]And the ceiling it has no trouble with me

作曲 : Will South & Thirteen Senses
Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a GAP
They pursue us to the deep end and then depart
Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain
For only patterns on a snake's back give us genuine fear
And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
I get by all the time on a shelf above the door
And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide
It's a delicate degree
It's a number I can see
Could prison cells be in my brain
For they're safe inside the cover of a dirty face
And everybody finds a college graduate with joy
While I'm happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime
And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
I get by all the time on a shelf above the door
And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide
It's a delicate degree
It's a number I can see
You sit at home up late at night
When it's beginning to arrive
And honestly
I don't see the need for any routines
I'm all out of sync, I cover my cuts
And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again
And all this ground beneath my feet
Has decided not to crumble into the sea
I walked in a house, it smelt of paint
And the ceiling it has no trouble with me