歌词
I put flowers on my tongue
In the hopes that you think that I am someone
I can never hope to be
Your dreams aren't of this life, far away from any sort of state of mind
Anyone can achieve
But I hold, on the hope
You don't rest on your Laurels
That you hold, what you love
In our perfect world, our languish
But I hold, on the hope
You don't rest on your Laurels
That you hold, what you love
In our perfect world, our languish
In our perfect world, our languish
In our perfect world, our languish
In our perfect world, our languish
In our perfect world, our languish
In our perfect world, our languish
In our perfect world, our languish
But I hold, on the hope
You don't rest on your Laurels
That you hold, what you love
In our perfect world, our languish