Maths & Magic 歌词

Heavens above, I've seen this before But no medicine I choose to use Can cure this disease I abhor And excuse me please, I need some air And some relief from these cackling foos And this sticky affair Heavens above, we're all going to die Scientists predict an inevitable assault from the sky The craters they leave, will become the sea And quietly the past is erased to wipe this dirty slate clean But these songs I sing, are not my own They get projected from you into me I just give them a home And this joy I feel, is yours' alone If I could pass it to you through my fingertips Then you would know That I love you And look at you now It won't be long No maths or magic can save you If you can't see wrong If you can't see right You turn your back on That which was once what you craved now you're cowering from But these songs I sing, are not my own They get projected from you into me I just give them a home And this joy I feel, is yours' alone If I could pass it to you through my fingertips Then you would know That I love you