[00:00.000] 作词 : Richard Maguire
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Richard Maguire
[00:19.343]Those ivories will grind me down to golden dust
[00:28.876]Know that you can always lean or chew on me
[00:38.244]And may we all smile wide and prosperously
[00:53.344]Some of that load, I might lighten up for you
[01:02.811]See how much I can fit on my back
[01:11.111]The promise of building a home with two bare hands
[01:16.695]No one can live there, but it can store those plans
[01:21.477]And all that will
[01:24.027]And all that hope
[01:26.711]And then we can just run wild
[01:36.444]Labor is bound by growth
[01:45.760]The vines slowly crawl up the walls
[01:55.361]A monument to be swallowed whole
[02:10.661]A mystery eternal, why nothing connects
[02:16.111]Caught it with its eyes glowing and blood on its lips
[02:20.793]It holds my will
[02:23.093]It holds my hope
[02:25.727]So now I'm allowed to hide
[02:32.261]The promise kept of a home built with my hands
[02:37.528]Nobody lives there, but that's where I store plans
[02:42.327]And all my will
[02:44.695]And all my hope
[02:47.276]But what was it you had in mind?
[02:52.711]So what was it you had of mine?
[03:31.895]An unquenchable thirst for enough
[03:40.677]All fingers in Earth
[03:43.228]Dirt under my nails
[03:45.377]Dust in my lungs
[03:48.327]It is my belief
[03:53.477]I can write my way out of whatever this place is

作词 : Richard Maguire
作曲 : Richard Maguire
Those ivories will grind me down to golden dust
Know that you can always lean or chew on me
And may we all smile wide and prosperously
Some of that load, I might lighten up for you
See how much I can fit on my back
The promise of building a home with two bare hands
No one can live there, but it can store those plans
And all that will
And all that hope
And then we can just run wild
Labor is bound by growth
The vines slowly crawl up the walls
A monument to be swallowed whole
A mystery eternal, why nothing connects
Caught it with its eyes glowing and blood on its lips
It holds my will
It holds my hope
So now I'm allowed to hide
The promise kept of a home built with my hands
Nobody lives there, but that's where I store plans
And all my will
And all my hope
But what was it you had in mind?
So what was it you had of mine?
An unquenchable thirst for enough
All fingers in Earth
Dirt under my nails
Dust in my lungs
It is my belief
I can write my way out of whatever this place is