Annahstasia 앨범 : Tether
작사 : Annahstasia Enuke, Stephen Umoh
작곡 : Annahstasia Enuke, Ogiuzo Ifediora, Steven Umoh
Time breeds time
And violence breeds more silence
The skin that I’m in
Is just a vessel
Barely holding
Where are we now?
Cuz this ain’t heaven
So where are we going?
Time breeds time
But violence breeds more silence
So where do we go from here
It’s not my job to know
I heard it on the wind
To go slow
[Take what I can I might as well
I’m out the door before the morning bell
I’m in a hurry to no where
Army of men
I’m not the only one
Pains more than usual
And my anchor’s no longer useful here
Not in the market for more time
I’ll sell you my years]
So where do we go from here
It’s not my job to know
I heard it on the wind
To go slow
What’s the worst that can happen
If we just let it happen
Setting out on my own
Thousand miles till I’m home
What’s the worst that can happen
Tank low stuck in traffic
Setting out on my own
A thousand miles till I’m home
Time breeds time
And violence breeds more silence
The skin that I’m in
Is just a vessel
Barely holding
Where are we now?
Cuz this ain’t heaven
So where are we going?
Time breeds time
But violence breeds more silence
So where do we go from here
It’s not my job to know
I heard it on the wind
To go slow
[Take what I can I might as well
I’m out the door before the morning bell
I’m in a hurry to no where
Army of men
I’m not the only one
Pains more than usual
And my anchor’s no longer useful here
Not in the market for more time
I’ll sell you my years]
So where do we go from here
It’s not my job to know
I heard it on the wind
To go slow
What’s the worst that can happen
If we just let it happen
Setting out on my own
Thousand miles till I’m home
What’s the worst that can happen
Tank low stuck in traffic
Setting out on my own
A thousand miles till I’m home
Time breeds time
And violence breeds more silence
The skin that I’m in
Is just a vessel
Barely holding
Where are we now?
Cuz this ain’t heaven
So where are we going?
Time breeds time
But violence breeds more silence
So where do we go from here
It’s not my job to know
I heard it on the wind
To go slow
[Take what I can I might as well
I’m out the door before the morning bell
I’m in a hurry to no where
Army of men
I’m not the only one
Pains more than usual
And my anchor’s no longer useful here
Not in the market for more time
I’ll sell you my years]
So where do we go from here
It’s not my job to know
I heard it on the wind
To go slow
What’s the worst that can happen
If we just let it happen
Setting out on my own
Thousand miles till I’m home
What’s the worst that can happen
Tank low stuck in traffic
Setting out on my own
A thousand miles till I’m home