[00:00.000] 作词 : George Lesage Clarke/Kerry Dylan McCoy/Shiv Mehra/Daniel Jordan Tracy/Christopher Paul Johnson
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Christopher Paul Johnson/George Lesage Clarke/Kerry Dylan McCoy/Shiv Mehra/Daniel Jordan Tracy
[00:00.000]
[00:30.760]Quiet as a cradle
[00:35.690]I laid in a middle night drift, spinning
[00:45.320]Hissed at the moon
[00:49.840]Conjured up the flowers to fix my impression of the gloom
[00:59.550]I feel them all, great mass of color
[01:05.670]Flooded in my bed
[01:10.110]I feel them all, great mass of color
[01:16.400]Flooded in my bed, dissolving into red
[01:28.290]Half-awake holding my ghost in the morning
[01:42.340]Sunlight coming down the bend, maroon sky on the send
[01:53.610]My great former terror when trees gave doves the leaves
[02:07.510]And I was grim drunk death, a stranger to myself
[02:21.000]I feel them all, great mass of color
[02:27.380]Flooded in my bed
[02:31.900]I feel them all, great mass of color
[02:38.150]Flooded in my bed, dissolving into red
[02:47.360](Can I accept I'm real?)
[03:15.050]Do I need this affection? (Do you?)
[03:30.460]Do you need this confusion? (Do you?)
[03:45.660]Living trapped inside this body
[03:53.280]Soft, haunted, waiting, wanting
[04:00.960]Measured change evades real healing
[04:08.810]Taking love with little reason
[04:16.300]Seeing you as I was: behind a locked door, nervous and a (Fool)
[04:31.700]Seeing you as I was: desperate for men to guide (You)
[05:25.470]You are the sea and nobody owns you, owns you
[05:39.840]You are the sea and nobody owns you, owns you
[05:50.510]Owns you, owns you, owns you, owns you

作词 : George Lesage Clarke/Kerry Dylan McCoy/Shiv Mehra/Daniel Jordan Tracy/Christopher Paul Johnson
作曲 : Christopher Paul Johnson/George Lesage Clarke/Kerry Dylan McCoy/Shiv Mehra/Daniel Jordan Tracy
Quiet as a cradle
I laid in a middle night drift, spinning
Hissed at the moon
Conjured up the flowers to fix my impression of the gloom
I feel them all, great mass of color
Flooded in my bed
I feel them all, great mass of color
Flooded in my bed, dissolving into red
Half-awake holding my ghost in the morning
Sunlight coming down the bend, maroon sky on the send
My great former terror when trees gave doves the leaves
And I was grim drunk death, a stranger to myself
I feel them all, great mass of color
Flooded in my bed
I feel them all, great mass of color
Flooded in my bed, dissolving into red
(Can I accept I'm real?)
Do I need this affection? (Do you?)
Do you need this confusion? (Do you?)
Living trapped inside this body
Soft, haunted, waiting, wanting
Measured change evades real healing
Taking love with little reason
Seeing you as I was: behind a locked door, nervous and a (Fool)
Seeing you as I was: desperate for men to guide (You)
You are the sea and nobody owns you, owns you
You are the sea and nobody owns you, owns you
Owns you, owns you, owns you, owns you