[00:00.000] 作词 : Charlie Wayne/Isaac Wood/Lewis Evans/Luke Mark/May Kershaw/Tyler Hyde/Georgia Ellery
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Charlie Wayne/Isaac Wood/Lewis Evans/Luke Mark/May Kershaw/Tyler Hyde/Georgia Ellery/Andrew Savours
[00:32.350]She flies to Paris, France, I come down in her childhood bed
[00:36.330]And write the words I'll one day wish that I had never said
[00:40.326]Now all that I became must die before the forum thread
[00:44.332]The cursed vultures feed and spread the seeded daily bread
[00:50.469]And I guess I found out
[00:54.715]What it's like
[02:19.648]I am the richest boy in every room
[02:26.579]Mainline to the UE BOOM
[02:33.469]They ask me
[03:02.926]"Why don't you sing with an English accent?"
[03:07.933]Well, I guess it's too late to change it now
[03:14.843]In the rural American town fairground
[03:19.375]I go 'round and I go 'round
[03:26.306]It's a great wide gulf between intentions and what ground met me
[03:31.910]I check my phone and make the sound
[03:37.745]Like "Theme From Failure" performed for just you
[03:42.534]Like the new road built out of Black Country ground
[03:48.625]I have learned so little from all I lost in 2018
[04:00.604]I think she's still waiting there for us, somewhere
[04:04.846]Underneath what we built to keep the waters clean
[04:10.378]It's a one-size-fits-all, hardcore, cyber-fetish, early-noughties zine
[04:16.457]She sells Matcha shots to pay for printing costs and a PR team
[04:22.059]We are recently enlightened and for some reason, it fazes thee
[04:27.097]But it won't give up, too soft to touch
[04:30.279]How hard could it really be?

作词 : Charlie Wayne/Isaac Wood/Lewis Evans/Luke Mark/May Kershaw/Tyler Hyde/Georgia Ellery
作曲 : Charlie Wayne/Isaac Wood/Lewis Evans/Luke Mark/May Kershaw/Tyler Hyde/Georgia Ellery/Andrew Savours
She flies to Paris, France, I come down in her childhood bed
And write the words I'll one day wish that I had never said
Now all that I became must die before the forum thread
The cursed vultures feed and spread the seeded daily bread
And I guess I found out
What it's like
I am the richest boy in every room
Mainline to the UE BOOM
They ask me
"Why don't you sing with an English accent?"
Well, I guess it's too late to change it now
In the rural American town fairground
I go 'round and I go 'round
It's a great wide gulf between intentions and what ground met me
I check my phone and make the sound
Like "Theme From Failure" performed for just you
Like the new road built out of Black Country ground
I have learned so little from all I lost in 2018
I think she's still waiting there for us, somewhere
Underneath what we built to keep the waters clean
It's a one-size-fits-all, hardcore, cyber-fetish, early-noughties zine
She sells Matcha shots to pay for printing costs and a PR team
We are recently enlightened and for some reason, it fazes thee
But it won't give up, too soft to touch
How hard could it really be?