作曲 : Matt Wentworth/Tim Molloy/Trevor Wentworth

Prisoners - Our Last Night

We wake up in a bed of sin

And stare up at the ceiling as high as the sky

Like it's our way to fly

We're chasing a reason to exist

But can't seem to escape the loneliness

Running in circles around happiness

With houses made of gold

Controlled by what we own

We follow what we're told

Fit right into the mold

Is this what we need to breathe

Or are we just feeding our disease

We lost sight of what we can't touch

We lost it all but can't remember how to love

I'm open with an empty heart

And we shall grieve until we start

We wonder why we feel empty inside

Why there's a hunger that we can't satisfy

A lonely world with a bad design

You waste your time on an endless climb

With houses made of gold

Controlled by what we own

We follow what we're told

Fit right into the mold

Is this what we need to breathe

Or are we just feeding our disease

Prisoners of a hopeless war

Fighting with a double edged sword

We could be free

If we stop feeding our disease

We stand on top of the world

But still there's hollow ground

We stand on top of the world

When all is wrong

We stand at the top of the world alone

With houses made of gold

Controlled by what we own

We follow what we're told

Fit right into the mold

Is this what we need to breathe

Or are we just feeding our disease

Prisoners of a hopeless war

Fighting with a double edged sword

We could be free

If we stop feeding our d