[00:00.000] 作词 : 周末将至乐队Almost Sunday
[00:01.000] 作曲 : 周末将至乐队Almost Sunday
[00:02.000] 编曲 : 周末将至乐队Almost Sunday
[00:03.525]Guitar：猫年、高侃
[00:07.140]Bass：金同涉
[00:08.492]Drums：王曦缘、赵凇
[00:09.492]Vocal: Austin L 、水星
[00:10.736]（前奏是来自一名纯正东北老爷们的善意提醒）
[00:27.394]Chasing shadows in the neon glow,
[00:30.774]The city’s alive, but we’re moving slow.
[00:34.269]Whispers in the alleys, secrets untold,
[00:38.235]We’re spinning in circles, growing cold.
[00:42.650]“We’re just ghosts in a parade,
[00:46.029]Dancing to the music of the charade.”
[00:50.596]“We’re just ghosts in a parade,
[00:54.382]Dancing to the music of the charade.”
[00:59.844]Plastic smiles and a world so fake,
[01:03.340]Promises broken, it’s all a mistake.
[01:07.327]Staring at the screens, we’ve lost our way,
[01:11.465]Living for tomorrow, but we’re stuck in yesterday.
[01:14.724]“We’re just ghosts in a parade,
[01:18.586]Dancing to the music of the charade.”
[01:22.942]“We’re just ghosts in a parade,
[01:26.505]Dancing to the music of the charade.”
[01:31.766]Every heartbeat’s a tick of the clock,
[01:35.677]Dreams in the attic, waiting to unlock.
[01:39.728]But in this madness, we still find the spark,
[01:43.588]Fighting through the noise, we’ll leave our mark.
[01:54.968]“We’re just ghosts in a parade,
[01:58.795]Dancing to the music of the charade.”
[02:03.126]“We’re just ghosts in a parade,
[02:06.987]Dancing to the music of the charade.”
[02:12.078]
[02:19.477]Every heartbeat’s a tick of the clock,
[02:23.140]Dreams in the attic, waiting to unlock.
[02:27.310]But in this madness, we still find the spark,
[02:31.158]Fighting through the noise, we’ll leave our mark.
[03:07.778]“We’re just ghosts in a parade,
[03:11.493]Dancing to the music of the charade.”
[03:15.667]“We’re just ghosts in a parade,
[03:20.569]Dancing to the music of the charade.”

作词 : 周末将至乐队Almost Sunday
作曲 : 周末将至乐队Almost Sunday
编曲 : 周末将至乐队Almost Sunday
Guitar：猫年、高侃
Bass：金同涉
Drums：王曦缘、赵凇
Vocal: Austin L 、水星
（前奏是来自一名纯正东北老爷们的善意提醒）
Chasing shadows in the neon glow,
The city’s alive, but we’re moving slow.
Whispers in the alleys, secrets untold,
We’re spinning in circles, growing cold.
“We’re just ghosts in a parade,
Dancing to the music of the charade.”
“We’re just ghosts in a parade,
Dancing to the music of the charade.”
Plastic smiles and a world so fake,
Promises broken, it’s all a mistake.
Staring at the screens, we’ve lost our way,
Living for tomorrow, but we’re stuck in yesterday.
“We’re just ghosts in a parade,
Dancing to the music of the charade.”
“We’re just ghosts in a parade,
Dancing to the music of the charade.”
Every heartbeat’s a tick of the clock,
Dreams in the attic, waiting to unlock.
But in this madness, we still find the spark,
Fighting through the noise, we’ll leave our mark.
“We’re just ghosts in a parade,
Dancing to the music of the charade.”
“We’re just ghosts in a parade,
Dancing to the music of the charade.”
Every heartbeat’s a tick of the clock,
Dreams in the attic, waiting to unlock.
But in this madness, we still find the spark,
Fighting through the noise, we’ll leave our mark.
“We’re just ghosts in a parade,
Dancing to the music of the charade.”
“We’re just ghosts in a parade,
Dancing to the music of the charade.”