作曲 : The fin.
Do you think my missing parts are drifting down a river?
To the vacant sea
Do you think my sticky parts are clinging around my liver?
Like a recurring dream
Every one tries to get it out for freedom
Every one tries to get away from freedom
The sky falls and holds me softly
The blurred lines lead me gently
So I lose all my weight
Do you think my missing parts are...
Do you think my sticky parts are…