作词 : Pulp Content / 低俗内容
作曲 : Pulp Content / 低俗内容
编曲 : Pulp Content / 低俗内容
The silver spray, rides the wave
And tiny birds flies away
A quiet light, blinking from the fading haze, and it shines
In the labyrinth, I’ve found a track
And the rustling trees, they whispers back
The resting sun, left a lasting warmth, in my palm
The sounds of the night is calling
The thoughts in the air floating like a fish
An overthinking mind decides to let it drift away
A gutless timid hand is reaching for the lock on the gate
The wind takes up a hand away from the land
All the noises are thrown behind the back
The sea is rippling red and and yellow and blue
And I am on the ferry to the moon