[00:00.000] 作词 : Marc Isenbügel
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Félix Schmidt/Jürgen Klostermann/Marc Isenbügel/Tim Kockentiedt/Jürgen Weigl
[00:09.910] We've been preaching the same old things over and over again We are trapped
[00:31.981] in that same old routine where no one is listening.
[00:44.931] We will become a memory
[01:09.178] Not knowing what the future holds we stare into the past
[01:18.128] with held-back tears and burning throats.
[01:25.697] These caskets are our future homes
[01:31.150] and these graveyards are our fate as we seek life in a
[01:35.542] dying town. Every day passing
[01:42.994] by is just another day that we manage to survive. Our
[01:45.945] bodies fade away from bright to grey
[01:50.763] and nothing will remain. Everything stays the same
[05:08.963] These lovesongs are our eulogies and those empty beds
[05:17.316] our tombs and we
[05:23.632] sleep in sheets of broken glass and call a grave a home
[05:38.169] We call these graves our homes
[06:24.937] And how long must we wait to feel alive once in our lif
[06:29.115] in this city of ghosts
[06:35.254] We are tattered and torn and nothing will remain
[07:48.009] We are broken and torn and everything stays the same

作词 : Marc Isenbügel
作曲 : Félix Schmidt/Jürgen Klostermann/Marc Isenbügel/Tim Kockentiedt/Jürgen Weigl
We've been preaching the same old things over and over again We are trapped
in that same old routine where no one is listening.
We will become a memory
Not knowing what the future holds we stare into the past
with held-back tears and burning throats.
These caskets are our future homes
and these graveyards are our fate as we seek life in a
dying town. Every day passing
by is just another day that we manage to survive. Our
bodies fade away from bright to grey
and nothing will remain. Everything stays the same
These lovesongs are our eulogies and those empty beds
our tombs and we
sleep in sheets of broken glass and call a grave a home
We call these graves our homes
And how long must we wait to feel alive once in our lif
in this city of ghosts
We are tattered and torn and nothing will remain
We are broken and torn and everything stays the same