[00:00.000] 作曲 : Chan Marshall[00:10.320]Apartment in New York, London and Paris[00:15.430]Where will we rest, we're all living on top of it?[00:21.470]It's all that we have the USA is utterly breed,[00:26.430]No one is willing to share it[00:33.030]Why can't we see as fortunes can see?[00:37.680]Living as legends have lived.[00:43.980]Bang in this manner, he cooks all the time[00:48.880]Knowing that nothing is left for me to hide[00:55.540]Come along Fool[01:00.750]A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected[01:08.960]It's not that it's bad…it's not that it's death[01:19.300]It's just on the tip of your tongue, and it's so silent[01:28.380]Wanting to live and laugh all the time, singing along with your teen love crying[01:39.810][01:39.820]Children with kids, and people with parents[01:45.200]Any which way there's no past and no presence[01:51.700]When the day comes and all of them burns[01:56.690]We'll reveal enchanting persons[02:03.010]Come along Fool[02:07.940]A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected[02:16.270]It's not that it's bad…it's not that it's death[02:26.210]It's just on the tip of your tongue, and it's so silent[02:35.200]When it's a wreck, and babies in love[02:40.210]Half of its misunderstanding love[02:47.220]Worry of one you're winning again[02:51.960]With themselves and with any your friends[02:58.090]Come along Fool[03:03.120]A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected[03:11.130]It's not that it's bad…it's not that it's death[03:21.120]It's just on the tip of your tongue, and it's so silent