Manic Street Preachers 앨범 : Critical Thinking
작사 : James Dean Bradfield, Nick Jones, Sean Moore
작곡 : James Dean Bradfield, Nick Jones, Sean Moore
So move indoors, be happy to hide
Avert your gaze as the cinemas die
There is no shame in a smaller world
Become an expert in what you observe
What you observe, what you observe
As the late day peaks come and go
Comes into view on a long-lost road
A single bird sings a sweet old song
A fitting sound for a world so wrong
Deeper beneath ashes and the leaves
A young lonely poet will fall to his knees
A learning curve or impossible dream
Or just some tired and tattered remains
Tattered remains, tattered remains
As the late day peaks come and go
Comes into view on a long-lost road
A single bird sings a sweet old song
A fitting sound for a world so wrong
In the late day peaks of life
There's a moment that always survives
The ghosts in the rooms of your house
Are the roots and keepers of your love
So move indoors, be happy to hide
Avert your gaze as the cinemas die
There is no shame in a smaller world
Become an expert in what you observe
What you observe, what you observe
As the late day peaks come and go
Comes into view on a long-lost road
A single bird sings a sweet old song
A fitting sound for a world so wrong
Deeper beneath ashes and the leaves
A young lonely poet will fall to his knees
A learning curve or impossible dream
Or just some tired and tattered remains
Tattered remains, tattered remains
As the late day peaks come and go
Comes into view on a long-lost road
A single bird sings a sweet old song
A fitting sound for a world so wrong
In the late day peaks of life
There's a moment that always survives
The ghosts in the rooms of your house
Are the roots and keepers of your love
So move indoors, be happy to hide
Avert your gaze as the cinemas die
There is no shame in a smaller world
Become an expert in what you observe
What you observe, what you observe
As the late day peaks come and go
Comes into view on a long-lost road
A single bird sings a sweet old song
A fitting sound for a world so wrong
Deeper beneath ashes and the leaves
A young lonely poet will fall to his knees
A learning curve or impossible dream
Or just some tired and tattered remains
Tattered remains, tattered remains
As the late day peaks come and go
Comes into view on a long-lost road
A single bird sings a sweet old song
A fitting sound for a world so wrong
In the late day peaks of life
There's a moment that always survives
The ghosts in the rooms of your house
Are the roots and keepers of your love