I float alone
作词 : 小鱼
作曲 : 小鱼
编曲 : 小鱼
In the cosmic void, I float alone,
A shopping cart, my only throne.
Ran out of milk, but found despair,
In the aisles of stars, my heart's not there.
Stardust in my hands, it slips like sand,
Lunar lemonade, a bitter blend.
Galactic greens, a cold, harsh taste,
Spacey ice cream, can't erase my waste.
Shopping in the cosmos, a cold, bleak tune,
Dancing through the void, my anxiety spoons.
My cart's got wings, but they feel so heavy,
In the store of the stars, I'm a cosmic zombie.
Alien clerk, eyes like ice, so glassy,
Asked for cheese, got silence, so vast and classy.
Pointed to Fomalhaut, but it's just a tease,
Said trust me human, but I can't believe.
Meteor meatballs, a meal for one,
Rings of Saturn snacks, my lonely bun.
Planetary pastries, a cold, hard spread,
My pantry's full, but my soul's dead.
Shopping in the cosmos, where hope's a lost tune,
Dancing through the galaxies, my anxiety's prune.
My cart's got wings, but they don't feel right,
In the store of the stars, I'm a cosmic blight.
I float aloneLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : 小鱼
[00:00.260] 作曲 : 小鱼
[00:00.520] 编曲 : 小鱼
[00:00.780]In the cosmic void, I float alone,
[00:03.796]A shopping cart, my only throne.
[00:07.393]Ran out of milk, but found despair,
[00:16.111]In the aisles of stars, my heart's not there.
[00:18.857]Stardust in my hands, it slips like sand,
[00:21.176]Lunar lemonade, a bitter blend.
[00:23.662]Galactic greens, a cold, harsh taste,
[00:26.885]Spacey ice cream, can't erase my waste.
[00:31.622]Shopping in the cosmos, a cold, bleak tune,
[00:35.315]Dancing through the void, my anxiety spoons.
[00:39.043]My cart's got wings, but they feel so heavy,
[00:42.763]In the store of the stars, I'm a cosmic zombie.
[00:47.857]Alien clerk, eyes like ice, so glassy,
[00:50.993]Asked for cheese, got silence, so vast and classy.
[00:54.826]Pointed to Fomalhaut, but it's just a tease,
[00:58.698]Said trust me human, but I can't believe.
[01:02.914]Meteor meatballs, a meal for one,
[01:06.500]Rings of Saturn snacks, my lonely bun.
[01:10.357]Planetary pastries, a cold, hard spread,
[01:14.786]My pantry's full, but my soul's dead.
[01:18.752]Shopping in the cosmos, where hope's a lost tune,
[01:22.163]Dancing through the galaxies, my anxiety's prune.
[01:26.033]My cart's got wings, but they don't feel right,
[01:31.948]In the store of the stars, I'm a cosmic blight.
