作词:北笙
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
all of our thoughts have faded
like smoke lost in the crowd
and could we be rearranging
could we still turn around
we see the walls all closing in
and we feel the storm about to begin
all of our thoughts have faded
i think i just lost us now
how can we be the same
like all of our yesterdays