作曲 : Billy Woods
Jet-lag, I can't quite grab the new me
Old self dozing in an aisle seat
Emirates, where I left him, daydream’s treacherous
Ephemera, brain exposed to the elements
Lift my skull top off delicate
Bone china chafing dish
Absent minded break time like bricks, thoughts and cinder blocks
Alarm clocks break spells
Crashed out, search for my own black box in the hills
Scorched earth scoured like cook pots, mangled wheels, strewn debris
Hours in a wristwatch bust down, dancing in the piece
Private dancers dance for me
King's ransom, 'cause it ain’t no rides that's free
Half 'sleep with a halo, dead on my feet