[00:00.00] 作曲 : Tim Lambesis/Nick Hipa/Phil Sgrosso/Josh Gilbert/Jordan Mancino
[00:00.00]Wasted Words -As I Lay Dying
[00:14.243]There are days when sorrow seems never-ending
[00:19.582]Like the countless roads upon which I've driven
[00:24.805]The price of attachment in pursuit of dreams
[00:29.967]That I so often can't seem to remember
[00:35.941]Yet there are days when beauty cannot be contained
[00:41.99]It even crawls out from under ordinary things
[00:47.329]A foreigner
[00:49.722]No place to go
[00:52.574]Holding on
[00:54.709]Making the most
[00:59.873]Of what little time I have
[01:02.764]All the wasted words I said
[01:07.490]In all the cities that I left
[01:12.707]The last act of our precious play
[01:18.121]Must not close with regret
[01:29.72]I will not leave wishing I had done things differently
[01:34.291]The moments I treasure are seldom the ones
[01:39.447]That I planned for
[01:41.85]And if I knew where pain hid
[01:43.103]I might still let it go
[01:44.927]So when the audience has run toward the latest drift
[01:50.80]It will be my time to face the life that I have set
[01:56.498]A foreigner in my own home
[02:02.413]Holding on
[02:04.172]No place to go
[02:06.950]All the wasted words I said
[02:11.357]In all the cities that I left
[02:16.761]The last act of our precious play
[02:22.110]Must not close with regret
[02:26.387]All the wasted words
[02:48.789]Some days the line between peace
[02:51.817]And pain seem more like blur
[02:57.95]But I know with certainty
[02:59.304]I can't leave wishing
[03:02.69]I cannot leave
[03:04.715]I can't leave wishing
[03:07.417]I'd done things differently

作曲 : Tim Lambesis/Nick Hipa/Phil Sgrosso/Josh Gilbert/Jordan Mancino
Wasted Words -As I Lay Dying
There are days when sorrow seems never-ending
Like the countless roads upon which I've driven
The price of attachment in pursuit of dreams
That I so often can't seem to remember
Yet there are days when beauty cannot be contained
It even crawls out from under ordinary things
A foreigner
No place to go
Holding on
Making the most
Of what little time I have
All the wasted words I said
In all the cities that I left
The last act of our precious play
Must not close with regret
I will not leave wishing I had done things differently
The moments I treasure are seldom the ones
That I planned for
And if I knew where pain hid
I might still let it go
So when the audience has run toward the latest drift
It will be my time to face the life that I have set
A foreigner in my own home
Holding on
No place to go
All the wasted words I said
In all the cities that I left
The last act of our precious play
Must not close with regret
All the wasted words
Some days the line between peace
And pain seem more like blur
But I know with certainty
I can't leave wishing
I cannot leave
I can't leave wishing
I'd done things differently