[00:00.000] 作词 : Ghost and Pals[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ghost and Pals[00:36.169]Barely printed,on the dot,[00:37.671]She wandered why the record stopped,[00:39.911]Flipping through the pages of[00:41.681]A child's eulogy[00:43.924]Surfacing beneath malaise,[00:45.912]A game of cards went on for days[00:47.916]Escalated fog disease,[00:49.676]They've fallen to their knees[00:51.930]Wait your turn,there's something still inside[00:58.916]Out of thousands gathered,asking how and why[01:06.917]Caught and tamed the unexplained,[01:10.881]Formed a semblance of their normalcy[01:13.633]and took it to their graves[01:15.873]Watch,perhaps forgotten,[01:19.375]A girl preserved throughout the years,[01:21.626]Repainted in the prism past,[01:24.629]We're holding hands at long last.[01:41.869]Fortified by age-old condolences,[01:45.875]Drawings of the northern lights,[01:47.881]God,give us clearer skies![01:49.869]Open-eyed,entangled in promises[01:53.881]Furthering the questions asked,[01:55.864]Hands tied behind our backs,[01:57.869]Bared fangs behind a mask.[01:59.877]Set reminders,sworn to pray[02:01.616]She swallowed whole another day[02:03.879]Taking in the world at play[02:05.620]It's brighter than the sun[02:07.869]Reprimands sit in the brew[02:09.627]Behind the show,a better view[02:11.861]Aggravated fog disease[02:13.624]Collapsing to their knees[02:16.136]Wait your turn,there's something still inside[02:22.881]Out of thousands gathered,asking how and why[02:30.884]Who's to blame?[02:33.128]Is it mundane?[02:34.878]Maybe tangible by needlework?[02:37.624]They're desperate for a name[02:39.872]Burned A language unlearned[02:43.371]The arbitrary colors of a variegated disarray[02:49.869]Fortified by age-old condolences,[02:53.880]Drawings of the northern lights,[02:55.881]God,give us clearer skies![02:57.875]Open-eyed,entangled in promises[03:01.873]Furthering the questions asked,[03:03.874]Hands tied behind our backs,[03:05.872]Bared fangs behind a mask.[03:24.087]Tell me when the fog will subside[03:31.330]Please tell me when the fog will subside[03:39.842]Poorly held together condolences[03:43.823]Drowing out the northern lights[03:45.828]Pay more for old advice[03:48.071]Open-eyed,entangled in promises[03:52.076]Buried under dying homes[03:53.842]Hands tied in golden thorns[03:55.845]I'm defined by guesswork analogies[03:59.837]Documenting daily life[04:01.839]Tell me I'll be alright[04:03.824]Open-eyed,entangled in absentees[04:07.833]Stories of a child's past[04:09.827]Autopsied broken glass[04:12.080]My aura shines at last[04:20.322]