| Song | Dispatch From The Guest House |
| Artist | Alpine Decline |
| Album | Return To Desolation Lake |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [tool:歌词滚动姬 (lrc-maker.github.io)] | |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Alpine Decline |
| [00:01.000] | 作词 : Alpine Decline |
| [00:15.502] | This is a dispatch from the guest house you see we are |
| [00:18.666] | Making observations occupying territory |
| [00:22.159] | Questioning the wisdom that led us here |
| [00:25.532] | Shot through a prism to reappear |
| [00:29.073] | In some fattened landscape where the foundation's rotten |
| [00:32.593] | The language is poisoned and our myths all forgotten |
| [00:35.937] | Questioning the wisdom that led us here |
| [00:39.488] | Shot through a prism to reassemble here |
| [00:45.201] | Far from our home |
| [00:48.665] | It's been carried away |
| [00:52.278] | We huddle alone |
| [00:55.653] | Alone to make a sacrifice and take our previous lifeand forsake |
| [01:07.662] | It's heartbreaking |
| [01:14.215] | Sometimes get lost in a moment of passion |
| [01:17.482] | And sometimes I get decimated fervently pray for deliverance |
| [01:24.186] | Through action some kind of redemption and a message from the flood |
| [01:55.716] | This is a dispatch from the guest house you see we are |
| [01:58.964] | Changed beyond all recognition well beyond the fantasy |
| [02:02.412] | Questioning the wisdom that led us here |
| [02:05.698] | Shot through a prism to reappear in |
| [02:09.446] | Some toxic landscape where the crisis come often |
| [02:12.847] | The gods aren't listening and the priests are all plotting |
| [02:16.291] | Questioning the wisdom that led us here |
| [02:19.824] | Shot through a prism to reassemble here |
| [02:25.388] | Far from our home |
| [02:28.937] | It's been carried away |
| [02:32.298] | We huddle alone |
| [02:36.151] | Alone to make a sacrifice and take our previous life and abandon |
| [02:47.564] | It's heartbreaking |
| [02:54.484] | Sometimes escape in a cheapened distraction |
| [02:57.556] | And still my heartbeat in an ecstasy |
| [03:00.956] | And in between stations becomes a reaction |
| [03:04.383] | Transformation to an effigy to burn |
| tool: ge ci gun dong ji lrcmaker. github. io | |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Alpine Decline |
| [00:01.000] | zuo ci : Alpine Decline |
| [00:15.502] | This is a dispatch from the guest house you see we are |
| [00:18.666] | Making observations occupying territory |
| [00:22.159] | Questioning the wisdom that led us here |
| [00:25.532] | Shot through a prism to reappear |
| [00:29.073] | In some fattened landscape where the foundation' s rotten |
| [00:32.593] | The language is poisoned and our myths all forgotten |
| [00:35.937] | Questioning the wisdom that led us here |
| [00:39.488] | Shot through a prism to reassemble here |
| [00:45.201] | Far from our home |
| [00:48.665] | It' s been carried away |
| [00:52.278] | We huddle alone |
| [00:55.653] | Alone to make a sacrifice and take our previous lifeand forsake |
| [01:07.662] | It' s heartbreaking |
| [01:14.215] | Sometimes get lost in a moment of passion |
| [01:17.482] | And sometimes I get decimated fervently pray for deliverance |
| [01:24.186] | Through action some kind of redemption and a message from the flood |
| [01:55.716] | This is a dispatch from the guest house you see we are |
| [01:58.964] | Changed beyond all recognition well beyond the fantasy |
| [02:02.412] | Questioning the wisdom that led us here |
| [02:05.698] | Shot through a prism to reappear in |
| [02:09.446] | Some toxic landscape where the crisis come often |
| [02:12.847] | The gods aren' t listening and the priests are all plotting |
| [02:16.291] | Questioning the wisdom that led us here |
| [02:19.824] | Shot through a prism to reassemble here |
| [02:25.388] | Far from our home |
| [02:28.937] | It' s been carried away |
| [02:32.298] | We huddle alone |
| [02:36.151] | Alone to make a sacrifice and take our previous life and abandon |
| [02:47.564] | It' s heartbreaking |
| [02:54.484] | Sometimes escape in a cheapened distraction |
| [02:57.556] | And still my heartbeat in an ecstasy |
| [03:00.956] | And in between stations becomes a reaction |
| [03:04.383] | Transformation to an effigy to burn |
| tool: gē cí gǔn dòng jī lrcmaker. github. io | |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Alpine Decline |
| [00:01.000] | zuò cí : Alpine Decline |
| [00:15.502] | This is a dispatch from the guest house you see we are |
| [00:18.666] | Making observations occupying territory |
| [00:22.159] | Questioning the wisdom that led us here |
| [00:25.532] | Shot through a prism to reappear |
| [00:29.073] | In some fattened landscape where the foundation' s rotten |
| [00:32.593] | The language is poisoned and our myths all forgotten |
| [00:35.937] | Questioning the wisdom that led us here |
| [00:39.488] | Shot through a prism to reassemble here |
| [00:45.201] | Far from our home |
| [00:48.665] | It' s been carried away |
| [00:52.278] | We huddle alone |
| [00:55.653] | Alone to make a sacrifice and take our previous lifeand forsake |
| [01:07.662] | It' s heartbreaking |
| [01:14.215] | Sometimes get lost in a moment of passion |
| [01:17.482] | And sometimes I get decimated fervently pray for deliverance |
| [01:24.186] | Through action some kind of redemption and a message from the flood |
| [01:55.716] | This is a dispatch from the guest house you see we are |
| [01:58.964] | Changed beyond all recognition well beyond the fantasy |
| [02:02.412] | Questioning the wisdom that led us here |
| [02:05.698] | Shot through a prism to reappear in |
| [02:09.446] | Some toxic landscape where the crisis come often |
| [02:12.847] | The gods aren' t listening and the priests are all plotting |
| [02:16.291] | Questioning the wisdom that led us here |
| [02:19.824] | Shot through a prism to reassemble here |
| [02:25.388] | Far from our home |
| [02:28.937] | It' s been carried away |
| [02:32.298] | We huddle alone |
| [02:36.151] | Alone to make a sacrifice and take our previous life and abandon |
| [02:47.564] | It' s heartbreaking |
| [02:54.484] | Sometimes escape in a cheapened distraction |
| [02:57.556] | And still my heartbeat in an ecstasy |
| [03:00.956] | And in between stations becomes a reaction |
| [03:04.383] | Transformation to an effigy to burn |