「Signpost」の歌詞 locofrank
2010/6/16 リリース- 作詞
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Man has kept repeating mistakes
Was there anything that we gained
Circled around, and around, with signposts, that we built
but we did not stop
You have kept on repeating mistakes
Who made you that scenario?
Circled around, and around, with signposts, that we built
But didn't make it stop it
Have you ever questioned yourself?
What is it oneself can do
Although you may never have been
able to make it shape
Who is the one, that will light the, red fire on,
this night of raining stars
When all I want to do is to, quietly sleep and,
listen to that song for now
Your mistakes have been on repeat
Are you ok with giving pride
to yourself when, you give lies, the signposts, go around
this moment as we speak
Who is the one, that will light the, red fire on,
this night of raining stars
Looking up to the hero of, my childhood I was,
too blind to actually see what was there
Who is the one, that will kill the, red fire that,
is shining way too bright
the signposts that I stopped with these, bare hands pointed to,
somebody inside of me
Was there anything that we gained
Circled around, and around, with signposts, that we built
but we did not stop
You have kept on repeating mistakes
Who made you that scenario?
Circled around, and around, with signposts, that we built
But didn't make it stop it
Have you ever questioned yourself?
What is it oneself can do
Although you may never have been
able to make it shape
Who is the one, that will light the, red fire on,
this night of raining stars
When all I want to do is to, quietly sleep and,
listen to that song for now
Your mistakes have been on repeat
Are you ok with giving pride
to yourself when, you give lies, the signposts, go around
this moment as we speak
Who is the one, that will light the, red fire on,
this night of raining stars
Looking up to the hero of, my childhood I was,
too blind to actually see what was there
Who is the one, that will kill the, red fire that,
is shining way too bright
the signposts that I stopped with these, bare hands pointed to,
somebody inside of me