[00:00.000] 作词 : Cursive
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Cursive
[00:26.994] Hold your breath, dear
[00:31.652] This ship is going down
[00:38.272] We're all downhill
[00:43.404]
[00:45.185] Running with our timebombs
[00:50.801] These shins are cracked and splintered
[00:55.299] These lips are crusted shut
[01:00.933] These squinting eyes just sting me
[01:06.759] These veins are drying me up
[01:12.312]
[01:12.790] All my limbs
[01:15.358] They're just tools
[01:18.305] We're all stilted vechiles
[01:24.061] These joints rust
[01:27.170] These pores leak
[01:30.331] Time gets selfish
[01:32.927] Time is SPEED
[01:36.397]
[02:23.107] The sweetest dreams...
[02:29.429] have murdered me.
[02:37.327] They murdered me.
[02:40.919] They murdered me.
[02:46.378]
[02:47.078] Like the fear of unskilled labor in the nuclear family
[02:57.121] It's the nightmare of digression that engulfs a history
[03:07.510]
[03:08.490] All my limbs
[03:11.364] They're just tools
[03:13.550] Duplicated, mass produced
[03:19.230] Running down
[03:21.993] Losing speed
[03:24.721] Time escapes us
[03:27.422] Timing's everything.
[03:34.827] Everything.
[03:40.167]
[03:40.901] Everything... This is the tic in the heart
[03:46.236] Everything... This is the beating of the clock
[03:51.789] Everything... This is an absent blood clot
[03:57.016] Everything... These are the seconds that I've lost
[04:03.447] Everything... This is the slow-rush hour
[04:14.251] Everything's so rushed (This is the slow-rush... hour)
[04:18.966] Everything... This is the slow rush.

作词 : Cursive
作曲 : Cursive
Hold your breath, dear
This ship is going down
We're all downhill
Running with our timebombs
These shins are cracked and splintered
These lips are crusted shut
These squinting eyes just sting me
These veins are drying me up
All my limbs
They're just tools
We're all stilted vechiles
These joints rust
These pores leak
Time gets selfish
Time is SPEED
The sweetest dreams...
have murdered me.
They murdered me.
They murdered me.
Like the fear of unskilled labor in the nuclear family
It's the nightmare of digression that engulfs a history
All my limbs
They're just tools
Duplicated, mass produced
Running down
Losing speed
Time escapes us
Timing's everything.
Everything.
Everything... This is the tic in the heart
Everything... This is the beating of the clock
Everything... This is an absent blood clot
Everything... These are the seconds that I've lost
Everything... This is the slow-rush hour
Everything's so rushed (This is the slow-rush... hour)
Everything... This is the slow rush.