tRaCes歌詞

作詞 : Daniel He
作曲 : Daniel He
編曲：Daniel He
吉他：Daniel He
錄音：Daniel He
混音：Daniel He
精神支持：Michael Liu
You bump into him,
Right down that aisle
Trade names and ages
Like opening file
Both in fresh men year
Yet you are older than him
Playful conversations
Strange that music is your keen
Down to that corner
Step into that same room
You know these years in Munich
You won't be alone
It's never easy in the college
That's a little you know
It's good to have someone
Who play the same role
En~~~
Ecstaticly he asks for your own tunes
You pull out the phone
Lest something dawns on you
Familliar scene yet unfamilliar view
Another thursday night the sky is gloomy too
You try hard to fecth it
Scan through your own mind
It's all just a blur
You are outta your time
You turn to press "play"
Leave the puzzle behind
That's when the last trace of mine is nowhere to find
But I'm still here,
Stop counting sheep i just count the days
Is it cold there in Munich
Are you eating well
Do you still have music in your soul when you dwell
Oh isn't it strange all we do is leaving trace
Bound to fade away
Like coastlines and waves
When that all falls apart
The hurts are never the same
So i'll bury myself in the work
In the same bed run over the verge
Waiting out all the traces of you
Will they DRIFT AWAY,too.
Oh oh oh~~~
I 'll fill up my schedule
With crosses and drills
Do the same routine
At least they are real
I 'll probably rent a house somewhere
Home is the last thing i care
Can't stand the second floor
And lock on the door
Wanna be my old self
But still tryna find it
I was content and concious
Now it's all unfair
Though we are oceans apart
Somehow i sense it all
I give myself a nod
Should've preached what i'm told
But I'm still here,
Stop counting sheep i just count the days
Is it cold there in Munich
Are you eating well
Do you still have music in your soul when you dwell
Oh isn't it strange all we do is leaving trace
Bound to fade away
Like coastline and waves
When that all falls apart
The hurts are never the same
So i'll bury myself in the work
In the same bed run over the verge
Waiting out all the traces of you
Will they DRIFT AWAY,too.
But the traces of you
They are everywhere
They are in my room
The scent of you on the grey shirt
They are seepping in without alert
Keep up with your friends
Just to know how you have been
You are always too good
To be true.
Now that i can't tell if there were ever a "you"
x.