作词 : 石一
作曲 : 石一
the silent symphony plays beneath the neon skin
skyscrapers touch the clouds that their hearts are cold
concrete and glass a fortress of solitude
this is the cold shore drum where dreams are hollow
echoes of laughter lost in the shadows
we walk the streets but we're miles apart
in the cold shore trying to search you for a spark
faces in the crowd but no one really sees
eyes like empty rooms where memories should be
if somewhere is a carousel spinning round and round
but in the cold shorn shrunk we're all just bout
this is the cold shorn shrunk
where love's the winds blur
lost in the noise a fleeting glimmer
we built our towers but they're made of sand
in the cold short trunk we're also planned
beneath the surface
there's a pulse so longing for connection
a silent complaint
can we break the silence
but they're made of sand
in the cold short trunk in our city
the cold short trunk in our hearts
this is the cold show charm where dreams are hollow
Erinto's in the crowd but no one really sees
here's like empty rooms where memories should be
we're more than strangers in this urban haze
in the Cold Short drum let's find a way to blaze
so here's to the Cold Short drum with its empty streets
may we fill the silence with our hearts own beats
for in the cold shore jump
there's a chance to start to heal
the hollow places and breathe life into the heart