[00:00.00] 作词 : Sapir Shoval
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Sahar Twito
[00:08.76]I was sure that it'll be easier
[00:11.10]To clear you from my mind
[00:16.50]Struggled with dusty corners
[00:18.72]That were filled with fatal bombs
[00:21.75]Bomb bomb bomb
[00:24.39]Situation got absurd when I stepped on a memory thorn
[00:29.43](How I did it to myself)
[00:32.34]Bled out heavy, had to break free
[00:34.35]From the minefield that you were
[00:37.56]Bomb bomb bomb
[00:39.66]You let it burn, spat on the fuze
[00:44.55]The tables turned
[00:46.50]The screws were loose
[00:48.45]I guess you had to learn
[00:51.93]I wish you'll fall off from my window
[00:54.00]And take a bad trip to the ground
[01:15.48]It'll be my pleasure to see you pressure
[01:17.64]Just before you'll break a bone
[01:23.52]You're reflecting I'm deflecting
[01:25.59]Burning tires to move on
[01:31.14]Too many noises clashed our choices
[01:33.45]Future came and left like ghosts
[01:39.24]No more messing no caressing
[01:41.34]Heavy panting on the walls
[01:43.95](How I did it to myself)
[01:47.07]Craving a hit, practice slant sleep
[01:49.14]Now my bed is cold and sad
[01:54.42]You let it burn, spat on the fuze
[01:59.31]The tables turned
[02:00.81]The screws were loose
[02:03.21]I guess you had to learn
[02:06.69]I wish you’ll fall off from my window
[02:08.76]And take a bad trip to the ground
[02:14.49]It'll be my pleasure to see you pressure
[02:16.65]Just before you break a bone

作词 : Sapir Shoval
作曲 : Sahar Twito
I was sure that it'll be easier
To clear you from my mind
Struggled with dusty corners
That were filled with fatal bombs
Bomb bomb bomb
Situation got absurd when I stepped on a memory thorn
(How I did it to myself)
Bled out heavy, had to break free
From the minefield that you were
Bomb bomb bomb
You let it burn, spat on the fuze
The tables turned
The screws were loose
I guess you had to learn
I wish you'll fall off from my window
And take a bad trip to the ground
It'll be my pleasure to see you pressure
Just before you'll break a bone
You're reflecting I'm deflecting
Burning tires to move on
Too many noises clashed our choices
Future came and left like ghosts
No more messing no caressing
Heavy panting on the walls
(How I did it to myself)
Craving a hit, practice slant sleep
Now my bed is cold and sad
You let it burn, spat on the fuze
The tables turned
The screws were loose
I guess you had to learn
I wish you’ll fall off from my window
And take a bad trip to the ground
It'll be my pleasure to see you pressure
Just before you break a bone