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[00:00.000] 作词 : Timothy Collis/Chris Collis/Henry Tremain
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Timothy Collis/Chris Collis/Henry Tremain
[00:06.452]Trust in time evaporates
[00:15.097]to cloud the mind into bursting,
[00:23.455]with a rain that spits off the lips,
[00:32.375]a barrage of hurtful insults.
[00:41.262]That eventually accumulate
[00:49.910]into floods of tears and heartache.
[00:58.553]That erode the coasts
[01:03.026]and storm the sails
[01:07.224]of relationships
[01:11.639]
[01:12.419]Age bitters in the mouth.
[01:19.764]Words trap in the teeth
[01:23.118]and like food decay.
[01:26.236]With the sour taste of time
[01:33.506]tripping off the tip
[01:37.426]of the tongue.
[01:41.330]
[01:45.255]Sleepless nights
[01:48.934]tied awake
[01:53.851]in beds of knots
[02:10.261]She's known some of the best.
[02:14.182]She knows there's no need
[02:16.267]to hold her breath.
[02:18.900]Sunk by the passing of time.
[02:22.548]The closest of friends
[02:24.635]all washed away.
[02:27.520]You've seen the coming of age.
[02:31.160]The crashing sound waves.
[02:32.977]You're all but done.
[02:35.834]Shipped wrecked on a
[02:38.730]tide of tongue.
[02:43.683]
[03:03.307]Age bitters in the mouth.
[03:10.092]Words trap in the teeth
[03:14.017]and like food decay.
[03:17.378]With the sour taste of time
[03:24.451]tripping off the tip
[03:28.624]of the tongue.
文本歌词
作词 : Timothy Collis/Chris Collis/Henry Tremain
作曲 : Timothy Collis/Chris Collis/Henry Tremain
Trust in time evaporates
to cloud the mind into bursting,
with a rain that spits off the lips,
a barrage of hurtful insults.
That eventually accumulate
into floods of tears and heartache.
That erode the coasts
and storm the sails
of relationships
Age bitters in the mouth.
Words trap in the teeth
and like food decay.
With the sour taste of time
tripping off the tip
of the tongue.
Sleepless nights
tied awake
in beds of knots
She's known some of the best.
She knows there's no need
to hold her breath.
Sunk by the passing of time.
The closest of friends
all washed away.
You've seen the coming of age.
The crashing sound waves.
You're all but done.
Shipped wrecked on a
tide of tongue.
Age bitters in the mouth.
Words trap in the teeth
and like food decay.
With the sour taste of time
tripping off the tip
of the tongue.