Lirik Psalms
Psalms (诗篇) - Eagulls
Is our future grey as the slabs on our drives
Are fortunate and fate hidden between our thin lines
Been pining a place on this earth
Behind the tasteless old netted blinds
The hand me down lack of work
Feeling enslaved to some dotted line
We're tongue tied
Tangled enraged the sign of the times
And our palms
Just read like a page from a novel gone wrong
Are they spinning a yarn
The lines on our palms
Please tell me that they're wrong
They'll only cause harm
The lines on our palms
They're spinning a yarn
And they're twisting my arm
The lines on our palms
Palms
We're tongue tangled and
Enraged dotted lines
The signs of the times
They read like a page from a novel gone wrong
They're spinning a yarn
And twisting my arm
The lines on our palms
Please tell me they're wrong
They'll only cause harm
The lines on our palms
They are spinning a yarn
And twisting my arm
The lines on our palms
If only we'd known that nothing is set in stone
There's no need to pay for some charm
There's nothing but psalms
The lines on our palms
If our future's gray as the slabs of our drives
By now you'd say we shouldn't read
The lines on our palms