A Setting Sun 歌詞
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We won't need twenty steps today
The gallery it swims away
In monday shoes
It's awful tempting might black
The way the words run down your back
Beneath the gentle sway of paper lantern moons
Could you be quick or be
Could you be quick or be tired
The tock the tick of it
Atop the funeral pyre
We're in the thick of it
So bite the brick of it all
We gnaw through limbs to extricate ourselves
From where we stand and where we fell
When we don't know
How
To sidsetep when tiny guns
Have made their way through the best of us
Beneath the gentle sway of paper latern moons
Could you be quick or be
Could you be quick or be tired
The tock the tick of it
Atop the funeral pyre
We're in the thick of it
So bite the brick of it all
Your tithing teeth have never sung
A fitting tune for a setting sun
I know your ghost is somewhere good
Hu wa ha ha ha
We haven't seen and we'll never know
Where summer sleeps and the springtime goes
We only hopeless somewhere good