作词 : Andrew Paley
作曲 : Andrew Paley
It all comes back to me
Those days
In wait
No quiet
Unsafe
Back out with the dream
Some power
Some faith
And whatever we made
Good goddamn
Funerals for childhood friends
Make you remember
The itch under your skin
Gone dull with the traffic
Gone dull in the wind
You can call it a comeback
Until it’s an end
Either way, it starts over again
New traffic dreams of wherever it began
There’s still love in the crash
There’s still salt in this ash
There’s no way we’re dying out here
Without some blood on our hands
A few last stands
Cut from missed chance
Hey
What are we if not failed plans?
Crashed constellations
Star dust in waiting
The bodies of nations
Down in the quicksand
Crashed constellations
Star dust in waiting
Digging at forever
With soft hands
What are we if not failed plans?
There’s always love scenes
Some pain
Some anger
Some fear
Some hate
You go soft at the seams
Trade safety
For shame
Or whatever it takes
Either way, it starts over again
New traffic dreams of whatever it can
There’s still love in the crash
There’s still salt in this ash
There’s no way we’re dying out here
Without some blood on our hands
A few last stands
Cut from missed chance
Hey
What are we if not failed plans?
Crashed constellations
Star dust in waiting
The bodies of nations
Down in the quicksand
Crashed constellations
Star dust in waiting
Digging at forever
With soft hands
What are we if not failed plans?
What are we if not cold hands?
The traffic dreams
Of bigger things
Out on the highway
With the other machines
Blue sky
Grass green
Until all this inertia
Takes it from me
A body of nations
Down in quicksand
Digging at forever
With soft hands
Until all this inertia
Takes it from me
There’s still love in the crash
There’s still salt in this ash
There’s no way we’re dying out here
Without some blood on our hands
A few last stands
Cut from missed chance
Hey
What are we if not failed plans?
Crashed constellations
Star dust in waiting
The bodies of nations
Down in the quicksand
Crashed constellations
Star dust in waiting
Digging at forever
With soft hands
What are we if not failed plans?
作词 : Andrew Paley
作曲 : Andrew Paley
It all comes back to me
Those days
In wait
No quiet
Unsafe
Back out with the dream
Some power
Some faith
And whatever we made
Good goddamn
Funerals for childhood friends
Make you remember
The itch under your skin
Gone dull with the traffic
Gone dull in the wind
You can call it a comeback
Until it’s an end
Either way, it starts over again
New traffic dreams of wherever it began
There’s still love in the crash
There’s still salt in this ash
There’s no way we’re dying out here
Without some blood on our hands
A few last stands
Cut from missed chance
Hey
What are we if not failed plans?
Crashed constellations
Star dust in waiting
The bodies of nations
Down in the quicksand
Crashed constellations
Star dust in waiting
Digging at forever
With soft hands
What are we if not failed plans?
There’s always love scenes
Some pain
Some anger
Some fear
Some hate
You go soft at the seams
Trade safety
For shame
Or whatever it takes
Either way, it starts over again
New traffic dreams of whatever it can
There’s still love in the crash
There’s still salt in this ash
There’s no way we’re dying out here
Without some blood on our hands
A few last stands
Cut from missed chance
Hey
What are we if not failed plans?
Crashed constellations
Star dust in waiting
The bodies of nations
Down in the quicksand
Crashed constellations
Star dust in waiting
Digging at forever
With soft hands
What are we if not failed plans?
What are we if not cold hands?
The traffic dreams
Of bigger things
Out on the highway
With the other machines
Blue sky
Grass green
Until all this inertia
Takes it from me
A body of nations
Down in quicksand
Digging at forever
With soft hands
Until all this inertia
Takes it from me
There’s still love in the crash
There’s still salt in this ash
There’s no way we’re dying out here
Without some blood on our hands
A few last stands
Cut from missed chance
Hey
What are we if not failed plans?
Crashed constellations
Star dust in waiting
The bodies of nations
Down in the quicksand
Crashed constellations
Star dust in waiting
Digging at forever
With soft hands
What are we if not failed plans?