歌词
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
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