[00:00.000] 作词 : Olivier Coursier[00:01.000] 作曲 : Olivier Coursier[00:26]Outside it's nighttime and you're mine again[00:30]Red lights and thick frost are clothing all the land[00:35]Your breath draws a cloud on the window of our car[00:39]Our eyes exhausted, still begging for more[00:43]Engraved in wildness, have we gone too far?[00:47]Somewhere four wheels unwind the roar of their power[00:52]This road is a snake skin, glittering and bald[00:56]Like a reptile, that gash the frozen soil[01:02]The world is not ours[01:06]But faster than the rain[01:10]We cut the night[01:14]We're random bullets, love[01:18]Shot by some drunken god[01:23]Guilty only, of growing old[01:34]Hours like fires, burning our beliefs[01:38]Soon the sun will rise up and sew us in its dreams[01:42]Forgetting that we're sailors, without wind in our sails[01:46]Twins by the heartbeat until the morning brakes[01:50]Dismissed in dizziness, and begging for more[01:55]Have we ever noticed that nothing last for ever?[01:59]Faces toward the sky, 'cause the unknown is sublime[02:03]Printing every hour in polaroids of mine[02:10]The world is not ours[02:14]But faster than the rain[02:18]We cut the night[02:22]We're random bullets, love[02:26]Shot by some drunken god[02:30]Oh guilty only, oh guilty only[02:34]Of growing old, of growing old[02:44]Of growing old, of growing old[02:52]Of growing old[02:58]Hours like fires, burning our beliefs[03:02]Truth is right there baby, even if we bleed[03:06]Night roads are coal coats on the muscles[03:10]Of the world, leading us to nowhere[03:14]'Cause nowhere is our home[03:18]Nowhere is our home[03:24]Oh guilty only, of growing old[03:29]We're random bullets, love[03:33]The world is not ours[03:37]But faster than the rain[03:42]We cut the night[03:46]We're random bullets, love[03:50]The world is not ours[03:54]But faster than the rain[03:58]We cut the night