[00:00.00] 作曲 : Steven Wilson
[00:34.79]Reason never seems to come to guilty men
[00:41.47]Things that meant so much mean nothing in the end
[00:47.64]That function is dysfunction and to hide the truth
[00:54.26]Distracted by their faith, ignoring every proof
[01:05.67]
[01:28.56]A bicycle
[01:30.18]A garden wall
[01:32.11]A mother’s call
[01:33.86]A love is born
[01:35.79]And after all, the sleep that falls on me
[01:41.97]
[01:44.85]In this city there are this who'd live alone
[01:51.21]Twilight bring them from the gloom into our homes
[01:57.70]And hiding there among the wreckage left behind
[02:03.94]They see things that aren't there when they close their eyes
[02:11.05]
[03:03.37]Come back if you want to
[03:04.63]And remember who you are
[03:09.04]‘Cause there is nothing here for you my dear
[03:13.28]And everything must pass
[03:17.40]When the world doesn't want you
[03:20.58]It will never tell you why
[03:24.26]You can shut the door but you can’t ignore
[03:28.63]The crawl of your decline
[03:33.39]Come child
[03:34.95]if you want to
[03:38.64](Come child)
[04:04.17]
[05:16.95]A bicycle
[05:18.76]A garden wall
[05:20.63]A mother’s call
[05:22.56]A love is born
[05:24.43]And after all, the sleep that falls on me
[05:37.48]

作曲 : Steven Wilson
Reason never seems to come to guilty men
Things that meant so much mean nothing in the end
That function is dysfunction and to hide the truth
Distracted by their faith, ignoring every proof
A bicycle
A garden wall
A mother’s call
A love is born
And after all, the sleep that falls on me
In this city there are this who'd live alone
Twilight bring them from the gloom into our homes
And hiding there among the wreckage left behind
They see things that aren't there when they close their eyes
Come back if you want to
And remember who you are
‘Cause there is nothing here for you my dear
And everything must pass
When the world doesn't want you
It will never tell you why
You can shut the door but you can’t ignore
The crawl of your decline
Come child
if you want to
(Come child)
A bicycle
A garden wall
A mother’s call
A love is born
And after all, the sleep that falls on me