[00:00.00] 作曲 : Slow Club
[01:06.53]One final trip onto the coast to see the sea at its host
[01:12.69]I had to stop my lips from making the most of foreign sounds
[01:19.20]With one road in and one road out I never thought to pray for drought
[01:25.47]But even if I did I'd be talking to bones in the ground
[01:31.86]Because you're just a myth
[01:44.87]Oh, now Charles you've killed the choir the boy set himself on fire
[01:51.34]Come on youth, don't give in like the very last bowling pin
[01:57.85]Do you love to regret or forgive and forget
[02:02.75]If you're gonna forgive at all
[02:04.80]
[02:07.16]Cold is comfort, comfort is cold
[02:12.33]
[02:24.24]Fade back into the wallpaper
[02:26.86]And think about what you've done to her
[02:30.62]Don't cry yourself to sleep now
[02:33.39]It's a reaction at least
[02:36.03]These satellites don't care for subtle moves
[02:40.05]As we push through knee-high waste seafood
[02:43.69]Picking up silver and gold
[02:46.64]From some flooded trophy room
[02:49.82]Oh, now you're just a myth
[03:02.99]Oh, now Charles you've killed the choir the boy set himself on fire
[03:09.13]Come on youth, don't give in like the very last bowling pin
[03:15.59]Do you love to regret or forgive and forget
[03:22.14]If you're gonna forgive at all
[03:25.15]Cold is comfort, comfort is cold
[03:35.29]Yes it's cold
[03:41.69]Yes it's cold
[03:48.15]Yes it's cold

作曲 : Slow Club
One final trip onto the coast to see the sea at its host
I had to stop my lips from making the most of foreign sounds
With one road in and one road out I never thought to pray for drought
But even if I did I'd be talking to bones in the ground
Because you're just a myth
Oh, now Charles you've killed the choir the boy set himself on fire
Come on youth, don't give in like the very last bowling pin
Do you love to regret or forgive and forget
If you're gonna forgive at all
Cold is comfort, comfort is cold
Fade back into the wallpaper
And think about what you've done to her
Don't cry yourself to sleep now
It's a reaction at least
These satellites don't care for subtle moves
As we push through knee-high waste seafood
Picking up silver and gold
From some flooded trophy room
Oh, now you're just a myth
Oh, now Charles you've killed the choir the boy set himself on fire
Come on youth, don't give in like the very last bowling pin
Do you love to regret or forgive and forget
If you're gonna forgive at all
Cold is comfort, comfort is cold
Yes it's cold
Yes it's cold
Yes it's cold