歌词
Every time it shows as a memory
Hide it further down, it’s a pity, I know
I can hang my hat on the physical
Fires in the park will just burn it all down, anyhow
It’s impossible to know
When this ivory boat has sunk
There are furrows in your brow
Like a cresting in the sea
But every time you call for a regular sound
I lose control of what’s already found
It’s impossible to know
How it all gets in your blood
There are strangers in my town
Enchanted with commodity
And I cannot conceive of an eternity
Darker than the world I have in front of me
Become at the return
Become at the return
Become at the return
Become at the return
There’s no hell at all