作词 : Quinn葵因 作曲 : Quinn葵因 编曲 : Quinn葵因 混音：Quinn葵因 母带：Quinn葵因 制作：Quinn葵因 封面：Quinn葵因 I wanna make myself… It’s Quinn. I wanna make myself… Whole. I wanna make myself whole. Be what you are. Be what you are for me. Don’t be so harsh. Can we drive in your car, Fly up to Mars. Lines in our scars, Would be the shooting star. We’ll be so far from who we were. But in a good way. What if you realize you could stay? I’ll do my thing in the back stage. You’ll be the one riding high waves. Dirt and the mud on the doorway. Home is for tonic and bouquet. Life is a game, not a speed race. (This one could be the good day) Lack of discomposure. Lack of understated eager. When I stare into the mirror, I could be barely recognize her. And I couldn’t give a reason. Maybe time is like a weaver. Spin and weave a firm barrier, Between me and hurts. I am now whole. Lucid dreams at midnight. In my defense, I could tell that something doesn’t feel right. The ceiling blossoms like kaleidoscope. (My) Body’s getting warm, getting kinda light. (light) The killer wale lifts me up to galactic eyes. Suck me in, trembling, that I’m almost suffocated. (No!) Blow the curse, she said “your fate is belated” “Oh, but you see now, in your image,” Lack of discomposure. Lack of understated eager. When I stare into the mirror, I could be barely recognize her. And I couldn’t give a reason. Maybe time is like a weaver. Spin and weave a firm barrier, Between me and hurts. I am now whole.
[00:00.00] 作词 : Quinn葵因 [00:00.26] 作曲 : Quinn葵因 [00:00.53] 编曲 : Quinn葵因 [00:00.80]混音：Quinn葵因 [00:01.40]母带：Quinn葵因 [00:02.50]制作：Quinn葵因 [00:04.90]封面：Quinn葵因 [00:06.30]I wanna make myself… [00:11.50]It’s Quinn. [00:12.60]I wanna make myself… [00:17.30]Whole. [00:23.00]I wanna make myself whole. [00:48.50]Be what you are. [00:52.30]Be what you are for me. [00:54.60]Don’t be so harsh. [01:00.80]Can we drive in your car, [01:02.30]Fly up to Mars. [01:03.80]Lines in our scars, [01:05.30]Would be the shooting star. [01:08.20]We’ll be so far from who we were. [01:11.20]But in a good way. [01:14.60]What if you realize you could stay? [01:17.50]I’ll do my thing in the back stage. [01:20.30]You’ll be the one riding high waves. [01:24.80]Dirt and the mud on the doorway. [01:27.80]Home is for tonic and bouquet. [01:30.10]Life is a game, not a speed race. [01:33.00](This one could be the good day) [01:34.80]Lack of discomposure. [01:37.20]Lack of understated eager. [01:39.80]When I stare into the mirror, [01:42.80]I could be barely recognize her. [01:45.70]And I couldn’t give a reason. [01:48.30]Maybe time is like a weaver. [01:51.00]Spin and weave a firm barrier, [01:54.00]Between me and hurts. [01:56.30]I am now whole. [01:58.70]Lucid dreams at midnight. [02:00.10]In my defense, I could tell that something doesn’t feel right. [02:03.30]The ceiling blossoms like kaleidoscope. [02:05.70](My) [02:06.70]Body’s getting warm, getting kinda light. [02:08.50](light) [02:09.10]The killer wale lifts me up to galactic eyes. [02:11.20]Suck me in, trembling, that I’m almost suffocated. [02:15.00](No!) [02:16.00]Blow the curse, she said “your fate is belated” [02:19.10]“Oh, but you see now, in your image,” [02:20.60]Lack of discomposure. [02:22.80]Lack of understated eager. [02:25.60]When I stare into the mirror, [02:28.10]I could be barely recognize her. [02:31.10]And I couldn’t give a reason. [02:34.00]Maybe time is like a weaver. [02:36.80]Spin and weave a firm barrier, [02:39.80]Between me and hurts. [02:42.10]I am now whole.
