歌词
Mayday, Mayday
We've left our heyday
Searching the coffers
For empty offers
I don't know why
You trust the sky
You must like your lies from blue eyes
So vacate, vacate
You'll never placate
These men who trained to trade their sights
And close their eyes
We may not know what
It takes to make a good life
Guided by the gods to whom you sacrifice
All the good things in your life
And we don't want to know what
It takes to make a good life
Guided by the gods to whom you sacrifice
All the good things in your life