歌曲名 Hundreds of Ways

歌手名 Conor Oberst

作词：Conor Oberst+Conor Oberst+Johanna Söderberg+Jonathan Wilson+Jonathan Wilson+Jonathan Wilson+Jonathan Wilson+Jonathan Wilson+Jonathan Wilson+Joshua Grange+Klara Söderberg+Nathaniel Walcott+Pete Madsen+Scott Vicroy

作曲：Conor Oberst+Conor Oberst+Conor Oberst+Johanna Söderberg+Jonathan Wilson+Jonathan Wilson+Jonathan Wilson+Jonathan Wilson+Jonathan Wilson+Jonathan Wilson+Joshua Grange+Klara Söderberg+Nathaniel Walcott+Pete Madsen+Scott Vicroy

What a thing to be a witness to the sunshine

What a dream to just be walking on the ground

What a time to live among the ash

And remnants of our love

That came before

And I'm still looking for that now

It took centuries to build these twisted cities

It took seconds to reduce them down to dust

And all the tour guide could say

Was take your pictures folks it's late

And try your best please to remember what was done

Don't look so forlorn

Don't you look so scared

Don't get so upset

This world was never fair

But there are hundreds of ways

To get through the day

There are hundreds of ways

Now you just find one

I used to think that time was of the essence

Now I just wish I could get some sleep

All this strange parade of sounds

The city makes when I lie down

Little explosions that set fire to my dreams

Sometimes I get mistaken for this actor

And I guess that I can see it from the side

Maybe no one really seems to be

The person that they mean to be

I hope I am forgotten when I die

Don't contradict me

Don't make me cross the line

If you feel threatened

It's only because I might

But there are hundreds of ways

To get through the day

But there are hundreds of ways

To get through the day

Yes there are hundreds of ways

So you best find one

All my heroes they're all talk

Running in circles

Some stop watch some chaos

Love was the message full stop

We ramble on and on

We ramble on and on

Hey

I stole all the rhinestones out of Carolina

Sold them out in Bakersfield for cash

Now the bandshell had a band

Sound like an arcade in Japan

Blew all my quarters

Trying to get that feeling back

Now any sucker can turn boredom into violence

A sociopath riding on a bus

And his irises are black from his novelty contacts

He looks around but he can't see the rest of us

In my sunglasses

Don't mind the blinding light

Yeah it's getting dark bro

But I've always loved the night

But there are hundreds of ways

To get through the day

There are hundreds of ways

To get through the day

There are hundreds of ways

To get through the day

There are hundreds of ways

To get through the day

There are hundreds and hundreds

And hundreds of ways

To get through the day

Just find one