The Reigns - Idiot Pilot

作词：Mark Hoppus/Tim Palmer/Idiot Pilot

作曲：Mark Hoppus/Tim Palmer/Idiot Pilot

I sat and contemplated everything

And nothing came

This dry skin is aging

And cracking but I still sing

Let the sun wash over me

These warm thoughts are

A shade of the truth

Seem to be a forest

Growing out of harvest

Keeping me sustained

Straying from the obvious into the strange

It was in an effort ending up the same

Their voice speaks now

Other than my own echo

In the cavern of our useless skull

I am just a stain on a dress you've made

The beauty in the stitching elegances

Block the rain

Aiming at this broken shell

Countless as far as I can tell

The ways in which you sing

I rode your back

And took hold of the reigns

Laughing all the way

What can we fill up in our short lives

Making us complete allowing us to breathe

When death is washed away

We will terminate this vital mystery

But I still need to reach

The life inside of me the life inside

I rode your back and

Took hold of the reigns laughing all the way