[00:00.00] 作曲 : Crescenzo, Dear Hunter
[00:00.12]Messages from broken bottles fall
[00:03.39]On black sandy beaches
[00:05.46]Ink conveyed across the page now run from morning dew
[00:24.33]Hands which chance upon it lead to eyes that strain to read
[00:30.12]Hearts that pound from love long overdue
[00:36.09]Lips which press together, stifle, rhythmic, heavy breaths
[00:46.77]Oh how she smiles from vicarious love from the one he writes about
[00:55.35]She must have been so glad for him to throw it out
[01:11.31]Further steps lead to yet another broken bottle
[01:17.58]Again the words contained have bled the page
[01:23.52]Whose tears were these which ran the ink?
[01:29.46]From who'd they pour to make this streak?
[01:35.79]Where they his by chance from telling her?
[01:38.49]Or hers by chance from reading it?
[01:42.00]They could have been collective
[01:44.97]They could have been from someone else
[01:48.87]Why don’t we see what's at the bottom
[01:53.46]Why don’t we see what comes next
[01:58.77]Oh how she cries from vicarious pain from the one he writes about
[02:24.00]Oh she must have been so sad for him to throw her out
[02:27.00]Lets just say, she, she is better
[02:30.60]Better off somehow
[02:32.82]Lets just say, she, she has never been happier then she is now
[02:49.44]We couldn’t fake it so why even try?
[02:57.03]Lets just say, she, she is better, better off somehow
[03:05.97]Lets just say, she, she has never been happier then she is now
[03:15.03]Lets just say, she, she is better, better off somehow
[03:30.27]Lets just say, she, she has never been happier
[03:38.55]Happier then she is now

作曲 : Crescenzo, Dear Hunter
Messages from broken bottles fall
On black sandy beaches
Ink conveyed across the page now run from morning dew
Hands which chance upon it lead to eyes that strain to read
Hearts that pound from love long overdue
Lips which press together, stifle, rhythmic, heavy breaths
Oh how she smiles from vicarious love from the one he writes about
She must have been so glad for him to throw it out
Further steps lead to yet another broken bottle
Again the words contained have bled the page
Whose tears were these which ran the ink?
From who'd they pour to make this streak?
Where they his by chance from telling her?
Or hers by chance from reading it?
They could have been collective
They could have been from someone else
Why don’t we see what's at the bottom
Why don’t we see what comes next
Oh how she cries from vicarious pain from the one he writes about
Oh she must have been so sad for him to throw her out
Lets just say, she, she is better
Better off somehow
Lets just say, she, she has never been happier then she is now
We couldn’t fake it so why even try?
Lets just say, she, she is better, better off somehow
Lets just say, she, she has never been happier then she is now
Lets just say, she, she is better, better off somehow
Lets just say, she, she has never been happier
Happier then she is now