"Are you having a good time?" (dog barking in backbround)
"aren't you?"
"Uhh.."
"No?"
"I don't know"
Nails and grenades
But I'm under interrogation?
Report through the hole
Left where the trees and halberds once stood
Taller then eye contact
And years turn to dust left behind
With bark and other remnants of something that used to be alive
Old forests like cemetaries
With stumps for headstones
And the birds are left to be built over
A dated idea to be alive
Like old electronics
Still used
But archaic
A house to keep the insides in
To protect it from everything else
As if they're not even there
Function lost
Like not being able to find the handle to a broken coffee cup
Brown stains around the lip that can't be cleaned
Now useless in a wastebasket
Identity #1
Where do the birds go?, where do the birds go?, where do the birds go?
Where do the birds go?,
Crushed on interstates
By the progress of a world
Or kept inside
Protected by the serenity of a birdcage
Unaware of the powers that their grandparents felt
The trees that they once lived in.. we now live in
The trees that they once lived in.. we now live in
One birdcage to another
Safty in a non-touchable place
To those wings that know freedom:
A dirt home and their excuse not to die
Bird sanctuary a refuge for wildlife
Where predators are controlled and
Hunting is not allowed
No more fear
Seeing only the serenity of being alive
Unaware unaware unaware
Kept under the table like a villian in a scary movie
Removed until the mystery is over
Then crushed and defiled like crushed carnations in a diary
Work from history
Cancer from a different disease
As unaccepted as an empty lot in a growing subdivision
Feel everything
And remove the beauty of simplicity
It's easy to be alive but being alive
Really alive
Means freedom on a different level
High or low is irrelevant it's both
Look at everything
To absorb everything
Attempting to understand everything from carnations to dead birds
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:37.17]"Are you having a good time?" (dog barking in backbround)
[00:38.28]"aren't you?"
[00:38.52]"Uhh.."
[00:38.61]"No?"
[00:38.73]"I don't know"
[00:55.14]Nails and grenades
[00:56.43]But I'm under interrogation?
[01:00.42]Report through the hole
[01:01.65]Left where the trees and halberds once stood
[01:03.78]Taller then eye contact
[01:11.73]And years turn to dust left behind
[01:15.66]With bark and other remnants of something that used to be alive
[01:20.43]Old forests like cemetaries
[01:22.92]With stumps for headstones
[01:29.85]And the birds are left to be built over
[01:31.56]A dated idea to be alive
[01:37.11]Like old electronics
[01:39.93]Still used
[01:42.63]But archaic
[01:45.78]A house to keep the insides in
[01:49.68]To protect it from everything else
[01:54.87]As if they're not even there
[01:56.16]Function lost
[02:01.80]Like not being able to find the handle to a broken coffee cup
[02:06.93]Brown stains around the lip that can't be cleaned
[02:15.06]Now useless in a wastebasket
[02:19.68]Identity #1
[02:21.90]Where do the birds go?, where do the birds go?, where do the birds go?
[02:30.15]Where do the birds go?,
[02:31.05]Crushed on interstates
[02:35.40]By the progress of a world
[02:41.07]Or kept inside
[02:43.92]Protected by the serenity of a birdcage
[02:48.39]Unaware of the powers that their grandparents felt
[02:50.79]The trees that they once lived in.. we now live in
[02:57.69]The trees that they once lived in.. we now live in
[03:06.42]One birdcage to another
[03:08.97]Safty in a non-touchable place
[03:10.89]To those wings that know freedom:
[03:17.13]A dirt home and their excuse not to die
[03:21.33]Bird sanctuary a refuge for wildlife
[03:25.47]Where predators are controlled and
[03:28.23]Hunting is not allowed
[03:33.63]No more fear
[03:36.09]Seeing only the serenity of being alive
[03:44.82]Unaware unaware unaware
[03:49.05]Kept under the table like a villian in a scary movie
[03:52.83]Removed until the mystery is over
[04:01.14]Then crushed and defiled like crushed carnations in a diary
[04:05.31]Work from history
[04:06.21]Cancer from a different disease
[04:12.66]As unaccepted as an empty lot in a growing subdivision
[04:13.98]Feel everything
[04:19.89]And remove the beauty of simplicity
[04:23.46]It's easy to be alive but being alive
[04:28.80]Really alive
[04:31.23]Means freedom on a different level
[04:32.16]High or low is irrelevant it's both
[04:39.96]Look at everything
[04:40.32]To absorb everything
[04:48.36]Attempting to understand everything from carnations to dead birds
"Are you having a good time?" (dog barking in backbround)
"aren't you?"
"Uhh.."
"No?"
"I don't know"
Nails and grenades
But I'm under interrogation?
Report through the hole
Left where the trees and halberds once stood
Taller then eye contact
And years turn to dust left behind
With bark and other remnants of something that used to be alive
Old forests like cemetaries
With stumps for headstones
And the birds are left to be built over
A dated idea to be alive
Like old electronics
Still used
But archaic
A house to keep the insides in
To protect it from everything else
As if they're not even there
Function lost
Like not being able to find the handle to a broken coffee cup
Brown stains around the lip that can't be cleaned
Now useless in a wastebasket
Identity #1
Where do the birds go?, where do the birds go?, where do the birds go?
Where do the birds go?,
Crushed on interstates
By the progress of a world
Or kept inside
Protected by the serenity of a birdcage
Unaware of the powers that their grandparents felt
The trees that they once lived in.. we now live in
The trees that they once lived in.. we now live in
One birdcage to another
Safty in a non-touchable place
To those wings that know freedom:
A dirt home and their excuse not to die
Bird sanctuary a refuge for wildlife
Where predators are controlled and
Hunting is not allowed
No more fear
Seeing only the serenity of being alive
Unaware unaware unaware
Kept under the table like a villian in a scary movie
Removed until the mystery is over
Then crushed and defiled like crushed carnations in a diary
Work from history
Cancer from a different disease
As unaccepted as an empty lot in a growing subdivision
Feel everything
And remove the beauty of simplicity
It's easy to be alive but being alive
Really alive
Means freedom on a different level
High or low is irrelevant it's both
Look at everything
To absorb everything
Attempting to understand everything from carnations to dead birds
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:37.17]"Are you having a good time?" (dog barking in backbround)
[00:38.28]"aren't you?"
[00:38.52]"Uhh.."
[00:38.61]"No?"
[00:38.73]"I don't know"
[00:55.14]Nails and grenades
[00:56.43]But I'm under interrogation?
[01:00.42]Report through the hole
[01:01.65]Left where the trees and halberds once stood
[01:03.78]Taller then eye contact
[01:11.73]And years turn to dust left behind
[01:15.66]With bark and other remnants of something that used to be alive
[01:20.43]Old forests like cemetaries
[01:22.92]With stumps for headstones
[01:29.85]And the birds are left to be built over
[01:31.56]A dated idea to be alive
[01:37.11]Like old electronics
[01:39.93]Still used
[01:42.63]But archaic
[01:45.78]A house to keep the insides in
[01:49.68]To protect it from everything else
[01:54.87]As if they're not even there
[01:56.16]Function lost
[02:01.80]Like not being able to find the handle to a broken coffee cup
[02:06.93]Brown stains around the lip that can't be cleaned
[02:15.06]Now useless in a wastebasket
[02:19.68]Identity #1
[02:21.90]Where do the birds go?, where do the birds go?, where do the birds go?
[02:30.15]Where do the birds go?,
[02:31.05]Crushed on interstates
[02:35.40]By the progress of a world
[02:41.07]Or kept inside
[02:43.92]Protected by the serenity of a birdcage
[02:48.39]Unaware of the powers that their grandparents felt
[02:50.79]The trees that they once lived in.. we now live in
[02:57.69]The trees that they once lived in.. we now live in
[03:06.42]One birdcage to another
[03:08.97]Safty in a non-touchable place
[03:10.89]To those wings that know freedom:
[03:17.13]A dirt home and their excuse not to die
[03:21.33]Bird sanctuary a refuge for wildlife
[03:25.47]Where predators are controlled and
[03:28.23]Hunting is not allowed
[03:33.63]No more fear
[03:36.09]Seeing only the serenity of being alive
[03:44.82]Unaware unaware unaware
[03:49.05]Kept under the table like a villian in a scary movie
[03:52.83]Removed until the mystery is over
[04:01.14]Then crushed and defiled like crushed carnations in a diary
[04:05.31]Work from history
[04:06.21]Cancer from a different disease
[04:12.66]As unaccepted as an empty lot in a growing subdivision
[04:13.98]Feel everything
[04:19.89]And remove the beauty of simplicity
[04:23.46]It's easy to be alive but being alive
[04:28.80]Really alive
[04:31.23]Means freedom on a different level
[04:32.16]High or low is irrelevant it's both
[04:39.96]Look at everything
[04:40.32]To absorb everything
[04:48.36]Attempting to understand everything from carnations to dead birds
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猫小黎
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What a strange feeling
When it's so early in the year
As soon as they are flowers
They go and l...
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想い出は輝く
失った季節の中で
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