[00:00.00] 作曲 : R. Mathiesen/J. Blomqvist/F. Lehmann
[00:25.10]Can’t figure out how we got here
[00:33.07]Living on decay
[00:40.66]The 7 Words left on paper
[00:48.88]Will disconnect the day
[00:55.38]And you want a new want
[01:03.58]And you want anything that’s clear
[01:11.31]And it’s all around us
[01:14.82]As ghosted machines
[01:18.71]Would the real be just silent
[01:22.85]If there’s a hole in the key?
[01:26.82]At the bar in the basement
[01:30.81]For an hour-glass of tea
[01:34.62]Our love is a violent
[01:38.38]Constant space in between
[01:44.71]
[01:46.49]And the taste has got a texture
[01:53.34]Smoke has not a sound
[02:00.62]The fabric that was fixed here
[02:08.46]Inherent in the ground
[02:15.46]And it’s all around us
[02:18.59]As ghosted machines
[02:22.53]Would the real be just silent
[02:26.36]If there’s a hole in the key?
[02:30.39]At the bar in the basement
[02:34.62]For an hour-glass of tea
[02:38.59]Our love is a violent
[02:42.65]Space in between
[02:47.12]And as much as I’d like to
[02:50.87]Believe there’s a truth
[02:54.78]About our illusion, well
[02:58.95]I’ve come to conclude:
[03:02.90]There’s just nothing beyond it
[03:06.95]The mind can perceive
[03:10.85]Except for the pictures in
[03:15.01]The space in between
[03:18.99]The space in between
[03:22.61]

作曲 : R. Mathiesen/J. Blomqvist/F. Lehmann
Can’t figure out how we got here
Living on decay
The 7 Words left on paper
Will disconnect the day
And you want a new want
And you want anything that’s clear
And it’s all around us
As ghosted machines
Would the real be just silent
If there’s a hole in the key?
At the bar in the basement
For an hour-glass of tea
Our love is a violent
Constant space in between
And the taste has got a texture
Smoke has not a sound
The fabric that was fixed here
Inherent in the ground
And it’s all around us
As ghosted machines
Would the real be just silent
If there’s a hole in the key?
At the bar in the basement
For an hour-glass of tea
Our love is a violent
Space in between
And as much as I’d like to
Believe there’s a truth
About our illusion, well
I’ve come to conclude:
There’s just nothing beyond it
The mind can perceive
Except for the pictures in
The space in between
The space in between