[00:00.000] 作词 : Wehti
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Wehti
[00:02.000] 编曲 : Wehti
[00:07.573]We trace constellations on ceiling skies
[00:11.279]Your heartbeats synce to mine no disguise
[00:15.244]Now static fills the space between
[00:19.047]A hollow screen, where you've been
[00:23.048]Our language turns to Morse code size
[00:27.102]Lost the light behind your eyes
[00:30.832]I'm groping through the silent film
[00:34.998]I'm praying, moments fading in still
[00:47.189]How do I...
[00:49.209]When every...
[00:50.861]The mirror...
[00:52.758]Reflecting...
[00:54.548]Crushing in our lies
[01:01.938]I'm fractured
[01:04.313]Lost every untouching, locks every
[01:09.563]I'm fractured
[01:12.740]Can't find the edges just shattered so fly, ohh
[01:49.503]Keep assembling ghost in the shape of us
[01:53.317]But the cracks multiply with every touch
[01:58.401]The fault lines, are splitting
[02:01.025]This foundation, collapsing
[02:04.686]Need to beyond our energy
[02:12.048]Drum and bass accel
[02:20.013]I'm crushing
[02:23.375]Coming, I'm touching you
[02:26.926]Tell me I'm fractured
[02:31.006]Can't find the edges just shattered so fly, ohh
[03:21.418]Is it ever real, or just refraction
[03:25.580]I've been through a dying connection
[03:29.357]I'm gathering glass whith bare hands
[03:33.233]Knowing nothing ever truley mends

作词 : Wehti
作曲 : Wehti
编曲 : Wehti
We trace constellations on ceiling skies
Your heartbeats synce to mine no disguise
Now static fills the space between
A hollow screen, where you've been
Our language turns to Morse code size
Lost the light behind your eyes
I'm groping through the silent film
I'm praying, moments fading in still
How do I...
When every...
The mirror...
Reflecting...
Crushing in our lies
I'm fractured
Lost every untouching, locks every
I'm fractured
Can't find the edges just shattered so fly, ohh
Keep assembling ghost in the shape of us
But the cracks multiply with every touch
The fault lines, are splitting
This foundation, collapsing
Need to beyond our energy
Drum and bass accel
I'm crushing
Coming, I'm touching you
Tell me I'm fractured
Can't find the edges just shattered so fly, ohh
Is it ever real, or just refraction
I've been through a dying connection
I'm gathering glass whith bare hands
Knowing nothing ever truley mends