Divers - The fin.
I saw you jumped into the sea
我见你纵身跃入大海
What could you see from there
好奇你眼中怎样景色
It should have been bubbles and the sun
应是五彩泡泡和暖阳
Or you could see a dim daydream
也许你会看到一场飘渺的梦
People don't care where we go
人们不在乎我们何去何从
But what if they care that
但如果他们开始过问
Now I'm in the middle of a riot
答案是我正处于一场骚乱之中
People don't care where we go
人们不在乎我们何去何从
But what if they care that
但如果他们开始过问
Now I'm in the middle of a riot
答案是我正处于一场骚乱之中
You saw that I jumped into the sea
你见我纵身跃入大海
What could you see from there
从那里你能看到什么
It should have been splashes and the sun
应是溅起的水花和暖阳
Or you could see a dim daydream
也许你会看到一场飘渺的梦
People don't care where we go
人们不在乎我们何去何从
But what if they care that
但如果他们开始过问
Now I'm in the middle of a riot
答案是我正处于一场骚乱之中
People don't care where we go
人们不在乎我们何去何从
But what if they care that
但如果他们开始过问
Now I'm in the middle of a riot
答案是我正处于一场骚乱之中
A dry wind empty seats a line of footprints
干燥的风 空荡的座位 一行脚印
Yellow dust a white dream rusty flag poles
黄色的尘土 白色的梦境 生锈的旗杆
So I don't know why they know place to be
所以我不懂他们为什么知道该去哪里
A drift wood a vague past sounds of coming waves
一块漂流的木头 一个模糊的过去 涌来的海浪声
Black stars silver memories a broken piece of glass
黑色的星辰 银色的回忆 一块破碎的玻璃
So I don't know why they know place to be
所以我不懂他们为什么知道该去哪里
A dry wind empty seats a line of footprints
干燥的风 空荡的座位 一行脚印
Yellow dust a white dream rusty flag poles
黄色的尘土 白色的梦境 生锈的旗杆
So I don't know why they know place to be
所以我不懂他们为什么知道该去哪里
A drift wood a vague past sounds of coming waves
一块漂流的木头 一个模糊的过去 涌来的海浪声
Black stars silver memories a broken piece of glass
黑色的星辰 银色的回忆 一块破碎的玻璃
So I don't know why they know place to be
所以我不懂他们为什么知道该去哪里
A dry wind empty seats a line of footprints
干燥的风 空荡的座位 一行脚印
Yellow dust a white dream rusty flag poles
黄色的尘土 白色的梦境 生锈的旗杆
So I don't know why they know place to be
所以我不懂他们为什么知道该去哪里
A drift wood a vague past sounds of coming waves
一块漂流的木头 一个模糊的过去 涌来的海浪声
Black stars silver memories a broken piece of glass
黑色的星辰 银色的回忆 一块破碎的玻璃
So I don't know why they know place to be
所以我不懂他们为什么知道该去哪里
A dry wind empty seats a line of footprints
干燥的风 空荡的座位 一行脚印
Yellow dust a white dream rusty flag poles
黄色的尘土 白色的梦境 生锈的旗杆
So I don't know why they know place to be
所以我不懂他们为什么知道该去哪里
A drift wood a vague past sounds of coming waves
一块漂流的木头 一个模糊的过去 涌来的海浪声
Black stars silver memories a broken piece of glass
黑色的星辰 银色的回忆 一块破碎的玻璃
So I don't know why they know place to be
所以我不懂他们为什么知道该去哪里
A dry wind empty seats a line of footprints
干燥的风 空荡的座位 一行脚印
Yellow dust a white dream rusty flag poles
黄色的尘土 白色的梦境 生锈的旗杆
So I don't know why they know place to be
所以我不懂他们为什么知道该去哪里
A drift wood a vague past sounds of coming waves
一块漂流的木头 一个模糊的过去 涌来的海浪声
Black stars silver memories
黑色的星辰 银色的回忆