作曲 : Miracle Of Sound
Dull window deliver no lights
Under the soft cinders, the dimming of life
We crawl in cold canyons, deep cuts between
The giants still standing over rabid ravines
Still city sleeps in sheets of ash and snow
Grey sky it weeps over the fading glow
Are we the lucky ones?
Clinging on to life
Are we the lucky ones, ducking out of the lines of sight?
The last few leaves waiting to fall.
Seems fortune's frozen for us all
Grave journeys keep taking their toll
All of these small mercies congeal in the cold
State of the dead empire, submit to the grip
Of all these bred empires, a grim leader ship
Unstable cells in concrete veins still surgr
All of us bear the scars of nature's purge
Are we the lucky ones?
Clinging on to life
Are we the lucky ones, ducking out of the lines of sight?
Dividing one by one, finding favour on the edge of the knife
Are we the lucky ones?
Clinging on,clingingon to life
The last few leaves waiting to fall.
Seems fortune's frozen for us all
Frozen for us all...