[00:00.00] 作词 : Burns, Convertino[00:00.00] love the run but not the race[00:37.86]all alone in a silent way[00:43.38]world drifts in and the world's a stranger[00:55.02]in a light, eclipsed and alienated[01:06.54]in a time, occupied and invaded[01:18.39]can't tell what's right, better hit the ground running[01:35.04]In the hills where the tall weed grows[01:40.71]hands are tied and won't let go[01:46.44]can't escape this place without leaving the world behind[01:57.90]in a light, ashamed and humiliated[02:09.42]in a time, sacrificed for the sake of trade[02:21.42]the soul is bent, feels the weight of truth[02:27.99]falling through[02:33.00]left behind, no choice but to run to the mountains[02:43.62]where no poppies grow, you have to hit the ground running[03:11.79]in a light, paralyzed and spirits fading[03:23.13]out of time, must decide to fall or run[03:34.89]into the eye, of the storm no sign or omen[03:46.56]make it right, or fall to the other side[03:52.41]where fields are burning[03:57.06]from the day you're born[03:59.70]you'll always hit the ground running