Whisper
Alien Ant Farm - 《Anthology》
At slow speed we all seem focused
In summer we can taste the rain
We play out our last scene
In winter we can taste the pain
In our short years we come long way
To treat it bad and throw away
In our short years we come long way
To treat it bad and throw away
We play out our last scene
You won't cry I won't scream
In our short years we come long way
To treat it bad and throw away
And if we make a little space
A science fiction showcase
In our short film a love disgrace
Dream a scene to brighten face
In our short years we come long way
To treat it bad just to throw it away
We play out our last scene
You won't cry I won't scream