Do No Wrong
Thirteen Senses - 《The Invitation》
Traffic lights control us
Rockets shoot us up into the stars
Rockets shoot us up into the stars
Nothing picks us up when we are down
Nothing picks us up when we are down
Complement the atmosphere
Fill the ground with all our tears
Dry them up to make it clear
Complement the atmosphere
Fill the ground with all our tears
Dry them up to make it clear
Strange surrounds each corner
Something for us all to think about
Something for us all to think about
Now it seems to me we can't be free
Now it seems to me we can't be free
Close the door before it's late
We were born to love and hate
Turn it down for our own sake
You fill your ears with every note
Direction seems the only hope
Its crowded let's create now
To the outside light it's paradise
To the outside light it's paradise