Feels Like Hope
作词 : I Wear* Experiment
作曲 : I Wear* Experiment
Written, produced and performed by I Wear* Experiment – the partnership between Hando Jaksi, Mikk Simson and Johanna Oden
From death to the riches
I wanted to play.
No game too hard
and nothing too fake.
Call me alive
and heal with your eyes.
No more songs worn to lifeless
and heavy’s the thickenin’ of air.
We are the sons of the faithless
and maybe we’re endlessly alive.
Could we just fathom the tremble we shaped?
They’re not flickers of flame - a flickering of a flame.
You brought me to life
and pushed into divide.
No more songs worn to lifeless
and heavy’s the thickenin’ of air.
We are the sons of the faithless
and maybe we’re endlessly alive.
Feels like locked out anywhere,
like not fitting the grounds!
Still locked out of anywhere,
but we’re not gonna drown!
Feels like locked out anywhere,
like not fitting the grounds!
You’re done, you’re done, you’re done.
Feels like locked out anywhere…
No more songs worn to lifeless
and heavy’s the thickenin’ of air.
We are the sons of the faithless
and maybe we’re endlessly alive.
Feels Like HopeLRC歌词
作词 : I Wear* Experiment
作曲 : I Wear* Experiment
Written, produced and performed by I Wear* Experiment – the partnership between Hando Jaksi, Mikk Simson and Johanna Oden
From death to the riches
I wanted to play.
No game too hard
and nothing too fake.
Call me alive
and heal with your eyes.
No more songs worn to lifeless
and heavy’s the thickenin’ of air.
We are the sons of the faithless
and maybe we’re endlessly alive.
Could we just fathom the tremble we shaped?
They’re not flickers of flame - a flickering of a flame.
You brought me to life
and pushed into divide.
No more songs worn to lifeless
and heavy’s the thickenin’ of air.
We are the sons of the faithless
and maybe we’re endlessly alive.
Feels like locked out anywhere,
like not fitting the grounds!
Still locked out of anywhere,
but we’re not gonna drown!
Feels like locked out anywhere,
like not fitting the grounds!
You’re done, you’re done, you’re done.
Feels like locked out anywhere…
No more songs worn to lifeless
and heavy’s the thickenin’ of air.
We are the sons of the faithless
and maybe we’re endlessly alive.
