1. |
Summer Blue
04:10
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I remember a lonely summer's day
We used to stare at the trees
Never mind the wasting time
In the morning
Sometimes I think everything will flow
Sometimes I think I can forget you
The shadow reminds me of you
When you are running into my arms, it's real
Lived in town where Sun forever shines
We walked through the same old streets
Try not to be distracted by the light
When we were talking
Sometimes I think everything will flow
Sometimes I think I can forget you
The shadow reminds me of you
When you are running into my arms, it's real
I thought I would be someone
Who left all the doubts behind
But time tells the difference
Between you and me
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2. |
Saturday Night
04:32
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Another boring night
You're out of your mind
The sad party never ends
Talking makes you tired
Meaningless words through your mind
It's not hard you don't even want to try
Walking out the door
But there's no place to hide
It's unreal with people passing by
Trying to get inside
To be someone with your pride
Just think about it all the time
Won't you be satisfied?
It's Saturday night
Will it be realized?
It's Saturday night
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3. |
Paranoia
04:02
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You left all the things behind
Feel strange and hard to define
All you want is a moment with silence
Keep away from all your friends
You’re stuck in paranoia
How can I know your secrets
I can look into your eyes
And whispering in your ears
Someday
Waiting for someday
You're tired of being alone
The anxiety always comes around
All you want is someone to rely on
Talk about all the wasted time
You’re stuck in paranoia
How can I know your secrets
I can look into your eyes
And whispering in your ears
Someday
Waiting for someday
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4. |
Counting Days
06:01
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I'm sinking
I'm sinking while everyone's
floating in the dark
I'm drifting
I'm drifting away to the sea of silence
I'm hiding
I'm hiding from everyone I used to know
I'm twisting
I'm twisting my body so I can
hear your voice
Counting days
Before you die
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday be fine
Thursday, Friday, Saturday is alright
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5. |
All Your Secrets
04:19
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You talk too fast for me
It might be a little crazy
After all the stupid things you have done
You can't stop grumbling
You say people are really strange
They just want to hear
what they already believed
You need to find a way to feel alive
Life is depressing in your mind
Tell me all your secrets
But don't ask me why tonight
You make it too hard for me
It might be a little crazy
That i had to choose a different life
You can't stop grumbling
You say people are really strange
They repeat the same words and
never wonder why
You need to find a way to feel alive
Life is depressing in your mind
Tell me all your secrets
But don't ask me why tonight
Drive to shore in sight
As fast as we can
We could swim across the strait
I bet you'll understand
We won't talk about the past
So don't worry about that
Just be quiet and close your eyes
Leave the world behind
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Sinkers 成都市, China
Indie-rock/noise-pop band from Chengdu,China. Influenced by 90's indie bands.
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