| Song | Pendulums |
| Artist | Sarah Harmer |
| Album | All of Our Names |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Harmer | |
| We are like pendulums | |
| Our arms swinging at our sides | |
| And I am a good little clock | |
| Walking along power lines | |
| I'm thinking like a swinging door | |
| Hinging on these changing thoughts | |
| Between the pull up to the shore | |
| And the push off | |
| In the lines of footprints in the snow | |
| All along the edges of the road | |
| I haven't even walked my block | |
| Since I moved out here years ago | |
| The secret lives of twist ties | |
| The hidden story in one line | |
| In the lines of footprints in the snow | |
| All along the edges of the road | |
| I haven't even walked my block | |
| Since I moved out here years ago | |
| We are like pendulums | |
| Our arms swinging at our sides | |
| And I am a good little clock | |
| I'm ticking off the time | |
| The distant lights are twinkling | |
| It means there is a wind | |
| That blows the trees against themselves | |
| And hard into this house I'm sleeping in | |
| I'm sleeping in |
| zuo qu : Harmer | |
| We are like pendulums | |
| Our arms swinging at our sides | |
| And I am a good little clock | |
| Walking along power lines | |
| I' m thinking like a swinging door | |
| Hinging on these changing thoughts | |
| Between the pull up to the shore | |
| And the push off | |
| In the lines of footprints in the snow | |
| All along the edges of the road | |
| I haven' t even walked my block | |
| Since I moved out here years ago | |
| The secret lives of twist ties | |
| The hidden story in one line | |
| In the lines of footprints in the snow | |
| All along the edges of the road | |
| I haven' t even walked my block | |
| Since I moved out here years ago | |
| We are like pendulums | |
| Our arms swinging at our sides | |
| And I am a good little clock | |
| I' m ticking off the time | |
| The distant lights are twinkling | |
| It means there is a wind | |
| That blows the trees against themselves | |
| And hard into this house I' m sleeping in | |
| I' m sleeping in |
| zuò qǔ : Harmer | |
| We are like pendulums | |
| Our arms swinging at our sides | |
| And I am a good little clock | |
| Walking along power lines | |
| I' m thinking like a swinging door | |
| Hinging on these changing thoughts | |
| Between the pull up to the shore | |
| And the push off | |
| In the lines of footprints in the snow | |
| All along the edges of the road | |
| I haven' t even walked my block | |
| Since I moved out here years ago | |
| The secret lives of twist ties | |
| The hidden story in one line | |
| In the lines of footprints in the snow | |
| All along the edges of the road | |
| I haven' t even walked my block | |
| Since I moved out here years ago | |
| We are like pendulums | |
| Our arms swinging at our sides | |
| And I am a good little clock | |
| I' m ticking off the time | |
| The distant lights are twinkling | |
| It means there is a wind | |
| That blows the trees against themselves | |
| And hard into this house I' m sleeping in | |
| I' m sleeping in |