歌词
Just a worn out phrase
We keep dulled down
The same old family frame
With our skin stretched out
You only planned for the best, for the debt
You like problems to solve
But you can't trust down
When we fall through the floor
We can't come back
Set by hand
Bad news move fast
So familiar
What's hidden in the floor
What's hidden in the floor
What's hidden in the floor
Set by hand
Bad news move fast
So familiar
What's hidden in the floor
Written by: Kowloon Walled City
