| Song | Pigeon's Home |
| Artist | Needle&Gem |
| Album | Pigeon`s Home |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Eric You | |
| 作词 : Eric You | |
| I’ve heard of such a place | |
| I’ve gathered now some evidence | |
| Where all that is not music is silence | |
| Where the air is made with grace | |
| I’ve known of such a road | |
| Where no tire rolls, | |
| and no blinking lights | |
| Where the pigeons take slow flights | |
| And I’d let them sing me an ode | |
| Written for thee | |
| I’ve seen the open window | |
| The outside was nothing like the inside | |
| And it almost made me cry | |
| That I’m still bound in the shadow | |
| Pain is just a memory | |
| Tears, just a dream | |
| The air is saturated with | |
| One hope, and for all | |
| Eternity | |
| I’ve heard of such a place | |
| I’ve gathered now some evidence | |
| Where all that is not music is silence | |
| Where the air is made with |
| zuo qu : Eric You | |
| zuo ci : Eric You | |
| I' ve heard of such a place | |
| I' ve gathered now some evidence | |
| Where all that is not music is silence | |
| Where the air is made with grace | |
| I' ve known of such a road | |
| Where no tire rolls, | |
| and no blinking lights | |
| Where the pigeons take slow flights | |
| And I' d let them sing me an ode | |
| Written for thee | |
| I' ve seen the open window | |
| The outside was nothing like the inside | |
| And it almost made me cry | |
| That I' m still bound in the shadow | |
| Pain is just a memory | |
| Tears, just a dream | |
| The air is saturated with | |
| One hope, and for all | |
| Eternity | |
| I' ve heard of such a place | |
| I' ve gathered now some evidence | |
| Where all that is not music is silence | |
| Where the air is made with |
| zuò qǔ : Eric You | |
| zuò cí : Eric You | |
| I' ve heard of such a place | |
| I' ve gathered now some evidence | |
| Where all that is not music is silence | |
| Where the air is made with grace | |
| I' ve known of such a road | |
| Where no tire rolls, | |
| and no blinking lights | |
| Where the pigeons take slow flights | |
| And I' d let them sing me an ode | |
| Written for thee | |
| I' ve seen the open window | |
| The outside was nothing like the inside | |
| And it almost made me cry | |
| That I' m still bound in the shadow | |
| Pain is just a memory | |
| Tears, just a dream | |
| The air is saturated with | |
| One hope, and for all | |
| Eternity | |
| I' ve heard of such a place | |
| I' ve gathered now some evidence | |
| Where all that is not music is silence | |
| Where the air is made with |