文本歌词

Fumble in the pile of empty cans
Stained with some of the leftover jam
(with my dirty hands)
Living in this secluded world of mine
No connecting lines
(cansomebody answer me)
No lines
The setting sun yonder indistance
Or this deafening silence
Even though I wanna change them too
There's nothing I can do
A plan for my life cannot beproven
It sounds like an amusement
With a compass that's broken
I'm tired of being trapped in this bewilderment
Looking for a glimpse of hope but saw desperately on the pavement
Answers are still ruin
I'm so alone
I couldn't find what to do
Tell me tell me tell me somebody tell me
What shape is the best? In my gloomy world
The rays of the sun pierce my brain
Give me give me give me wings to fly away
I hope fly out of daydream
The hour hands move in slow motion
So does the broken play station
Lying in corner with no emotion
The old staffed lion
Makes a derision
I couldn't find the answer
Tell me tell me tell me somebody tell me
What shape's the best? In my gloomy world
(find the answer)
The rays of the sun pierce my heart
Give me give me give me sense to feel the world
So I can glare at the sunrise
I couldn't find what to do
Tell me tell me tell me somebody tell me
What shape's the best? In my gloomy world
The rays of the sun pierce my brain
Give me give me give me wings to fly away
I hope fly out of such heaven
I hope fly out of such heaven
Tell me why
Tell me why
Tell me why