[00:00.000] 作词 : HURSHI
[00:01.000] 作曲 : HURSHI
[00:35.167]Tons of flyers folded stuck in a ‘missed’
[00:40.914]Stumbling buses waiting, longing for stories
[00:45.913]We get burnt
[00:48.913]We get rubbish
[00:51.916]And fight
[00:57.663]
[00:57.916]We teach the new born be strong and rush into this
[01:03.663]Be social expert and get ranked for something
[01:08.663]We get blind
[01:11.663]Lost all senses
[01:14.913]Get ‘I’
[01:18.913]
[01:20.165]We go round and round
[01:23.413]By the time we see the stop sign
[01:25.919]Get told ‘turning around’
[01:30.665]I’m afraid I would have
[01:32.413]Little to look back
[01:35.413]Nothing to regret
[01:38.167]Always feel bad
[01:40.162]Try to say sorry
[01:42.164]But forget their names
[01:46.664]
[01:54.913]I know you know we know it’s more than a risk
[02:00.665]I get off the train with coffee and no belongings
[02:05.913]We get burnt
[02:08.663]People watching
[02:11.913]Get light
[02:16.663]
[02:17.413]And the fire
[02:20.163]Soaring higher
[02:22.915]Till the pieces of illusion burn down
[02:27.663]And lost its color
[02:30.663]Till we lost track of time
[02:33.416]Till we lost our way back somewhere
[02:38.163]
[02:40.163]We go round and round
[02:44.663]
[02:46.413]Go round and round
[02:49.167]By the time we see the stop sign
[02:51.663]Get told ‘turning around’
[02:56.166]I’m afraid I would have
[02:58.163]Little to look back
[03:00.913]Nothing to regret
[03:03.913]Always feel bad
[03:05.913]Try to say sorry
[03:07.913]But forget their names
[03:14.913]
[03:19.413]And forget my name

作词 : HURSHI
作曲 : HURSHI
Tons of flyers folded stuck in a ‘missed’
Stumbling buses waiting, longing for stories
We get burnt
We get rubbish
And fight
We teach the new born be strong and rush into this
Be social expert and get ranked for something
We get blind
Lost all senses
Get ‘I’
We go round and round
By the time we see the stop sign
Get told ‘turning around’
I’m afraid I would have
Little to look back
Nothing to regret
Always feel bad
Try to say sorry
But forget their names
I know you know we know it’s more than a risk
I get off the train with coffee and no belongings
We get burnt
People watching
Get light
And the fire
Soaring higher
Till the pieces of illusion burn down
And lost its color
Till we lost track of time
Till we lost our way back somewhere
We go round and round
Go round and round
By the time we see the stop sign
Get told ‘turning around’
I’m afraid I would have
Little to look back
Nothing to regret
Always feel bad
Try to say sorry
But forget their names
And forget my name