[00:00.00] 作曲 : Michael Burston/Mikkey Dee/Ian Kilmister/Phillip Campbell
[00:19.38]So, here we are in the years
[00:22.05]All the past is a dream
[00:24.87]Can't believe that
[00:25.47]I'm hereNow, seems so hard to recall
[00:26.22]Did it happen that way?
[00:34.86]Did it happen at all?
[00:37.65]Here we are, win or lose, good and bad, fast and lose
[00:45.87]Here we are, black and gold, in another time
[00:59.28]Dust on a mirror turned black
[01:00.78]The refection is flawed, all the mirrors are cracked
[01:06.39]Strange how the glass seems to sing
[01:13.80]But the words are like death, they could be anything
[01:17.46]Here we are, win or draw, badly used, badly scored
[01:25.74]Gonna [Incomprehensible], gone before, in another time
[01:57.48]Look through the eyes of the mask
[02:01.65]Tell me what do you see?
[02:04.02]Can you make out the facts?
[02:09.66]Cold in the arms of the dead
[02:12.03]I still hear them talk, telling jokes in my head
[02:13.71]Here we are before the dawn, cold and black, death and scorn
[02:24.30]Here they are, lust and grief, to oversee the crime
[02:31.74]In the days before the plague, never spoke, eyes like blades
[02:35.52]Here

作曲 : Michael Burston/Mikkey Dee/Ian Kilmister/Phillip Campbell
So, here we are in the years
All the past is a dream
Can't believe that
I'm hereNow, seems so hard to recall
Did it happen that way?
Did it happen at all?
Here we are, win or lose, good and bad, fast and lose
Here we are, black and gold, in another time
Dust on a mirror turned black
The refection is flawed, all the mirrors are cracked
Strange how the glass seems to sing
But the words are like death, they could be anything
Here we are, win or draw, badly used, badly scored
Gonna , gone before, in another time
Look through the eyes of the mask
Tell me what do you see?
Can you make out the facts?
Cold in the arms of the dead
I still hear them talk, telling jokes in my head
Here we are before the dawn, cold and black, death and scorn
Here they are, lust and grief, to oversee the crime
In the days before the plague, never spoke, eyes like blades
Here