[00:00.00] 作词 : Joshua Keogh/Tomas Sperring/Henry Wyeth/Richard Jacques
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Joshua Keogh/Tomas Sperring/Henry Wyeth/Richard Jacques
[00:30.72]Guns for hire
[00:32.49]Deep in the city
[00:34.35]Kept awake
[00:35.55]By a siren symphony
[00:38.94]WeRe addicted
[00:40.89]But Disenchanted
[00:42.69]Is this living?
[00:44.28]What a pity
[00:46.41]But late at night
[00:47.43]Is when the Streets come alive
[00:50.13]When our work is done
[00:52.05]And we’ve just survived
[00:53.82]With the last breath of air in our lungs
[00:58.56]It ’s just begun
[01:01.20]Is this the start?
[01:02.19]The start of something
[01:04.92]Out of the dark
[01:06.69]Born out of nothing
[01:08.82]What a rush
[01:10.29]I didn’t see it coming
[01:12.36]Is this the start?
[01:14.07]The start of something
[01:24.21]As advertised
[01:26.16]On the billboards
[01:27.96]At the junction
[01:29.55]In concert halls
[01:32.49]We’re afflicted
[01:34.41]Incandescent
[01:36.18]With the moment
[01:37.83]With the present
[01:39.93]But late at night
[01:40.98]Is when the machine comes to life
[01:43.68]The engines purring
[01:45.78]The lights burn Bright
[01:48.27]When the sun goes down
[01:51.00]That’s when the alarm will sound
[01:53.88]Im out of luck
[02:00.51]Im out of line
[02:19.83]Im bored of wasting time
[02:21.60]Im out of touch
[02:22.41]And I don’t believe
[02:23.37]That I’m one of a kind
[02:25.29]Im boiling over
[02:26.97]Catching fire
[02:43.59]And out of nothing
[02:49.08]The Start of something

作词 : Joshua Keogh/Tomas Sperring/Henry Wyeth/Richard Jacques
作曲 : Joshua Keogh/Tomas Sperring/Henry Wyeth/Richard Jacques
Guns for hire
Deep in the city
Kept awake
By a siren symphony
WeRe addicted
But Disenchanted
Is this living?
What a pity
But late at night
Is when the Streets come alive
When our work is done
And we’ve just survived
With the last breath of air in our lungs
It ’s just begun
Is this the start?
The start of something
Out of the dark
Born out of nothing
What a rush
I didn’t see it coming
Is this the start?
The start of something
As advertised
On the billboards
At the junction
In concert halls
We’re afflicted
Incandescent
With the moment
With the present
But late at night
Is when the machine comes to life
The engines purring
The lights burn Bright
When the sun goes down
That’s when the alarm will sound
Im out of luck
Im out of line
Im bored of wasting time
Im out of touch
And I don’t believe
That I’m one of a kind
Im boiling over
Catching fire
And out of nothing
The Start of something