The ceiling of the pouring rain
Is up there on the floor of the gods.
I drag my luggage on the sand,
Carrying all of my understandings.
Some footsteps are a bit too loud.
I cannot hear my sounds.
My footsteps are a bit too loud.
I cannot hear my heartbeats
When it breaks down.
When it breaks down.
Nothing is all I hear.
Stopping by a quiet station,
Two tickets with no hesitation.
To the very next city.
Upright straight to the very next world.
The rumbling sounds are a bit too loud.
They take over both my ears.
Gonna haunt me for the next few years,
They’ll take over both my ears.
When heart breaks down.
Nothing is all my sounds.
When heart breaks down.
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