| Song | Yellow Room |
| Artist | Pile |
| Album | You're Better Than This |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Pile | |
| yellow room - pile | |
| Eyes that dart and wander around their tomb. | |
| Heart turned into a fist when the body can��t move. | |
| Wants out of its box, then the yellow one. | |
| Stuck between sleep and panic | |
| That paint is a brutal prison guard. | |
| Waves an insulting gesture at me. | |
| Jumps out the chest and starts running at the walls | |
| It��s losing its shit and swears there��s a room outside this one. | |
| It��s just a reflective vest that covers | |
| For bloated guts that exist to serve themselves. | |
| And they stop functioning all at once. | |
| At least let him look out. |
| zuo qu : Pile | |
| yellow room pile | |
| Eyes that dart and wander around their tomb. | |
| Heart turned into a fist when the body can t move. | |
| Wants out of its box, then the yellow one. | |
| Stuck between sleep and panic | |
| That paint is a brutal prison guard. | |
| Waves an insulting gesture at me. | |
| Jumps out the chest and starts running at the walls | |
| It s losing its shit and swears there s a room outside this one. | |
| It s just a reflective vest that covers | |
| For bloated guts that exist to serve themselves. | |
| And they stop functioning all at once. | |
| At least let him look out. |
| zuò qǔ : Pile | |
| yellow room pile | |
| Eyes that dart and wander around their tomb. | |
| Heart turned into a fist when the body can t move. | |
| Wants out of its box, then the yellow one. | |
| Stuck between sleep and panic | |
| That paint is a brutal prison guard. | |
| Waves an insulting gesture at me. | |
| Jumps out the chest and starts running at the walls | |
| It s losing its shit and swears there s a room outside this one. | |
| It s just a reflective vest that covers | |
| For bloated guts that exist to serve themselves. | |
| And they stop functioning all at once. | |
| At least let him look out. |