[00:00.00] 作词 : Imogen Heap
[00:00.86] 作曲 : Imogen Heap
[00:01.73]Where do we go from here?
[00:04.76]How do we carry on?
[00:07.72]Can't get beyond the questions.
[00:14.08]Clambering for the scraps
[00:17.39]in the shatter of us collapsed.
[00:20.74]Cuts me with every could-have-been.
[00:28.75]Pain on pain on play, repeating
[00:34.85]With the backup makeshift life in waiting.
[00:40.34]Everybody says the time heals everything.
[00:52.49]But what of the wretched hollow?
[01:00.06]The endless in-between?
[01:03.22]Are we just going to wait it out?
[01:06.62]There's nothing to see here now,
[01:09.72]turning the sign around;
[01:13.17]We're closed to the Earth 'til further notice.
[01:19.68]Stumbling cliché case,
[01:23.24]Crumpled and puffy faced.
[01:26.89]Dead in the stare of a thousand miles.
[01:35.12]An all-out one, only one street-level miracle.
[01:40.72]I'll be a an out-and-out,
[01:42.64]born again from none more cynical.
[01:46.28]Everybody says the time heals everything.
[01:59.67]But what of the wretched hollow?
[02:05.47]The endless in-between?
[02:09.19]Are we just going to wait it out?
[02:13.44]And sit here cold?
[02:15.69]Look, you'll be long gone by then.
[02:20.45]And lackluster in dust we lay
[02:22.99]'round old magazines.
[02:27.09]Fluorescent lighting sets the scene
[02:29.24]for all we could and should being
[02:33.42]in the one life that we've got.
[02:40.28]Everybody says the time heals everything.
[02:53.93]But what of the wretched hollow?
[03:00.00]The endless in-between?
[03:04.50]Are we just going to wait it out?
[03:08.14]Sit here
[03:10.81]Just going to wait it out?
[03:15.97]Sit here cold?
[03:18.45]Just going to sweat it out?
[03:21.48]Sit here
[03:25.05]Wait it out.

作词 : Imogen Heap
作曲 : Imogen Heap
Where do we go from here?
How do we carry on?
Can't get beyond the questions.
Clambering for the scraps
in the shatter of us collapsed.
Cuts me with every could-have-been.
Pain on pain on play, repeating
With the backup makeshift life in waiting.
Everybody says the time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out?
There's nothing to see here now,
turning the sign around;
We're closed to the Earth 'til further notice.
Stumbling cliché case,
Crumpled and puffy faced.
Dead in the stare of a thousand miles.
An all-out one, only one street-level miracle.
I'll be a an out-and-out,
born again from none more cynical.
Everybody says the time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out?
And sit here cold?
Look, you'll be long gone by then.
And lackluster in dust we lay
'round old magazines.
Fluorescent lighting sets the scene
for all we could and should being
in the one life that we've got.
Everybody says the time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out?
Sit here
Just going to wait it out?
Sit here cold?
Just going to sweat it out?
Sit here
Wait it out.