| Song | Thirty-One |
| Artist | Pajaro Sunrise |
| Album | W |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Yuri Méndez |
| [00:01.00] | 作曲 : Yuri Méndez |
| [00:22.71] | The moon’s already high when she comes back home from work, |
| [00:28.11] | she says she’s tired of trying, she often thinks of giving up. |
| [00:34.17] | The dishes on the sink look like a scene from a cheap noir, |
| [00:39.39] | she used to speak her mind with me, now she’s got herself a cat. |
| [00:46.05] | Thirty-one’s too early for anyone to feel like that, |
| [00:51.66] | she looks back at the good times like they will never return. |
| [00:57.45] | Staring out the window like she once stared into the road, |
| [01:03.18] | wishing it could get her out to where the brighter summers go. |
| [01:07.32] | It’s a shame but she takes it in with the same damp air this city breathes. |
| [01:22.11] | To buy some time, smoke some weed, go to bed and pray for sleep. |
| [01:45.63] | The mirror says goodbye as she leaves late for her train, |
| [01:51.03] | the wrinkles ‘round her eyes tell of nightmares and dead ends. |
| [01:57.18] | Monday morning crowds resenting Friday evening drinks, |
| [02:02.52] | no one looks her in the eye, they’re all walking in their sleep. |
| [02:08.91] | Thirty-one and somehow it feels like everything is done, |
| [02:14.52] | she looks back at the good times like they will never return. |
| [02:20.34] | Staring at the TV like she once stared into the road, |
| [02:26.07] | wishing it could get her out to where the brighter summers go. |
| [02:30.18] | It’s a shame but she takes it in with the same damp air this city breathes. |
| [02:42.12] | To buy some time, smoke some weed, go to bed and pray for sleep. |
| [02:53.67] | It’s a shame but she takes it in with the same damp air this city breathes. |
| [03:03.24] | To buy some time, smoke some weed, go to bed and pray for sleep. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Yuri Me ndez |
| [00:01.00] | zuo qu : Yuri Me ndez |
| [00:22.71] | The moon' s already high when she comes back home from work, |
| [00:28.11] | she says she' s tired of trying, she often thinks of giving up. |
| [00:34.17] | The dishes on the sink look like a scene from a cheap noir, |
| [00:39.39] | she used to speak her mind with me, now she' s got herself a cat. |
| [00:46.05] | Thirtyone' s too early for anyone to feel like that, |
| [00:51.66] | she looks back at the good times like they will never return. |
| [00:57.45] | Staring out the window like she once stared into the road, |
| [01:03.18] | wishing it could get her out to where the brighter summers go. |
| [01:07.32] | It' s a shame but she takes it in with the same damp air this city breathes. |
| [01:22.11] | To buy some time, smoke some weed, go to bed and pray for sleep. |
| [01:45.63] | The mirror says goodbye as she leaves late for her train, |
| [01:51.03] | the wrinkles ' round her eyes tell of nightmares and dead ends. |
| [01:57.18] | Monday morning crowds resenting Friday evening drinks, |
| [02:02.52] | no one looks her in the eye, they' re all walking in their sleep. |
| [02:08.91] | Thirtyone and somehow it feels like everything is done, |
| [02:14.52] | she looks back at the good times like they will never return. |
| [02:20.34] | Staring at the TV like she once stared into the road, |
| [02:26.07] | wishing it could get her out to where the brighter summers go. |
| [02:30.18] | It' s a shame but she takes it in with the same damp air this city breathes. |
| [02:42.12] | To buy some time, smoke some weed, go to bed and pray for sleep. |
| [02:53.67] | It' s a shame but she takes it in with the same damp air this city breathes. |
| [03:03.24] | To buy some time, smoke some weed, go to bed and pray for sleep. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Yuri Mé ndez |
| [00:01.00] | zuò qǔ : Yuri Mé ndez |
| [00:22.71] | The moon' s already high when she comes back home from work, |
| [00:28.11] | she says she' s tired of trying, she often thinks of giving up. |
| [00:34.17] | The dishes on the sink look like a scene from a cheap noir, |
| [00:39.39] | she used to speak her mind with me, now she' s got herself a cat. |
| [00:46.05] | Thirtyone' s too early for anyone to feel like that, |
| [00:51.66] | she looks back at the good times like they will never return. |
| [00:57.45] | Staring out the window like she once stared into the road, |
| [01:03.18] | wishing it could get her out to where the brighter summers go. |
| [01:07.32] | It' s a shame but she takes it in with the same damp air this city breathes. |
| [01:22.11] | To buy some time, smoke some weed, go to bed and pray for sleep. |
| [01:45.63] | The mirror says goodbye as she leaves late for her train, |
| [01:51.03] | the wrinkles ' round her eyes tell of nightmares and dead ends. |
| [01:57.18] | Monday morning crowds resenting Friday evening drinks, |
| [02:02.52] | no one looks her in the eye, they' re all walking in their sleep. |
| [02:08.91] | Thirtyone and somehow it feels like everything is done, |
| [02:14.52] | she looks back at the good times like they will never return. |
| [02:20.34] | Staring at the TV like she once stared into the road, |
| [02:26.07] | wishing it could get her out to where the brighter summers go. |
| [02:30.18] | It' s a shame but she takes it in with the same damp air this city breathes. |
| [02:42.12] | To buy some time, smoke some weed, go to bed and pray for sleep. |
| [02:53.67] | It' s a shame but she takes it in with the same damp air this city breathes. |
| [03:03.24] | To buy some time, smoke some weed, go to bed and pray for sleep. |