[ti:Overstayed]
[ar:Hostage Calm]
[al:Hostage Calm]
[by: ]
[00:02.00]Punchline - Overstayed
[00:07.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
[00:12.00]@  @
[02:55.31][02:39.32][01:43.40][01:20.22][01:12.38][00:52.78][00:17.00]
[00:40.43]We stretched our skins over the rims;
[00:44.51]Oh, how we beat ourselves to death.
[00:47.42]The sound decays, spread too thin to resonate.
[00:54.03]If we don't fold the wrinkles show
[01:00.44]Each trepid movement, an intrusion onto sacred soil,
[01:07.05]Now vacant from a welcome overstayed.
[02:49.59][01:14.84]Our refuge fades away.
[01:27.13]Burned out in verse, does it still carry worth?
[01:30.44]How long can it last when each note hurts?
[01:33.61]These hands still play
[01:35.60]but who knew that would shake this way?
[02:11.46]Will these tired strings still sing if we asked?
[02:22.18]And what would they say?
[02:27.54]Would they convey fears of echoes in distant halls,
[02:33.47]Where “forever” and “together”
[02:35.15]Have a meaning all their own?