制作
出演艺人
Fire Sale
表演者
Matt Riddle
电低音吉他
Chris Swinney
电吉他
Pedro Aida
领唱
Matt Morris
鼓
作曲和作词
Matt Riddle
词曲作者
Chris Swinney
词曲作者
Pedro Aida
词曲作者
Matt Morris
词曲作者
歌词
The consternation's never lacking
No end in sight, no self-control
With self-awareness I'm invoking you
To realize control
Same old story, wasted glory
We had to suffer, so you could recover
Same old story, wasted glory
Don't need to reconcile
What you can call your own
We dance for sorrow
We dance not to get scorned
Missed opportunities take hold
But hey, hey, hey, hey, don't run away
When they, they, they, they, don't hesitate
To confiscate your soul
Same old story, wasted glory
We had to suffer, so you could recover
Same old story, wasted glory
Don't need to reconcile
What you can call your own
When you figure out what they're all about
You'll spit out what they fed
So don't take too long, where you don't belong
Find your way home where the boxwood's always trim
Same old story, wasted glory
We had to suffer, so you could recover
Same old story, wasted glory
Don't need to reconcile
What you can call your own
Same old story, wasted glory
We had to suffer, so you could recover
Same old story, wasted glory
Don't need to reconcile
What you can call your own
Written by: Chris Swinney, Matt Morris, Matt Riddle, Pedro Aida
