LRC歌词
There's no use
Trying to clean 'til it shines
There's always something out of line
You know
I see you walk about
Your fear of fading out
The flailing hope that if you mend the mess
You could be someone else
There's no time
Only the one that came and went
The season of you discontent
Over and over again
In your dreams
They always call your name
You never make it to the train
You keep on running
And are you sure
The one you're seeking's still the same
You know a lot more about shame
Than about cunning
There's no punch you throw
That ever finds a face
Think you're ready for battle
With open fly and shoes unlaced ?
There's no rush
Your shining hour of some kind
With stars and armies well aligned
Shall come
Over and over again
Over and over
Trying to clean 'til it shines
There's always something out of line
You know
I see you walk about
Your fear of fading out
The flailing hope that if you mend the mess
You could be someone else
There's no time
Only the one that came and went
The season of you discontent
Over and over again
In your dreams
They always call your name
You never make it to the train
You keep on running
And are you sure
The one you're seeking's still the same
You know a lot more about shame
Than about cunning
There's no punch you throw
That ever finds a face
Think you're ready for battle
With open fly and shoes unlaced ?
There's no rush
Your shining hour of some kind
With stars and armies well aligned
Shall come
Over and over again
Over and over
文本歌词
There's no useTrying to clean 'til it shinesThere's always something out of lineYou knowI see you walk aboutYour fear of fading outThe flailing hope that if you mend the messYou could be someone elseThere's no timeOnly the one that came and wentThe season of you discontentOver and over againIn your dreamsThey always call your nameYou never make it to the trainYou keep on runningAnd are you sureThe one you're seeking's still the sameYou know a lot more about shameThan about cunningThere's no punch you throwThat ever finds a faceThink you're ready for battleWith open fly and shoes unlaced ?There's no rushYour shining hour of some kindWith stars and armies well alignedShall comeOver and over againOver and over
