| Song | Shirley Road Shirley |
| Artist | A Weather |
| Album | Cove |
| 作曲 : Gerber | |
| Didn't I tell you that it's lonely out there? | |
| Didn't I lie so much and pretty darn well? | |
| It's not that I don't trust you, but I have to check for myself. | |
| I have to tape all the windows when the wind gets rough. | |
| God had a plan for what happened to me. | |
| Knowing that I'm waiting here to see | |
| if things might still turn out alright finally. | |
| Maybe I'll ruin all the good in my life | |
| holding you against me like a slide to the light. | |
| I'm resting my head on the passenger glass. | |
| I'm rolling on the ground to scratch an unreachable back. | |
| God had a plan for what happened for us. | |
| Knowing the hairs on our arms and the dust | |
| collecting on unused glasses and cups. | |
| I can see the change it made in your face: | |
| the slow dissolve from black to gray, | |
| The weird delay between | |
| the things you think and the things you say. | |
| You're petering out, I'm petered away. | |
| I just want to lay down with you. | |
| I won't try anything, I swear. | |
| You won't even know I'm there. | |
| I'm not taking my chances, so I'm counting out loud. | |
| Nothing worse than missing simple trees going by. | |
| Every new day is hard in a very new way. | |
| Every good day is good in its very own way. | |
| Shirley Road Shirley you treated me fine. | |
| Counting the hundreds of faded white lines. | |
| I'm silent and green like a blank highway sign. | |
| Suddenly you smell like winter apples | |
| and the same ways that | |
| make you ripe will make you decay. | |
| And I can hear the worry in your voice, | |
| the quiet blame you point away, | |
| the hidden name beneath | |
| the things you think and the things you say. | |
| They're petering out and you will remain. | |
| I just want to lay down with you. | |
| I won't try anything, I swear. | |
| You won't even know I'm there. | |
| _by 落小漠 |
| zuò qǔ : Gerber | |
| Didn' t I tell you that it' s lonely out there? | |
| Didn' t I lie so much and pretty darn well? | |
| It' s not that I don' t trust you, but I have to check for myself. | |
| I have to tape all the windows when the wind gets rough. | |
| God had a plan for what happened to me. | |
| Knowing that I' m waiting here to see | |
| if things might still turn out alright finally. | |
| Maybe I' ll ruin all the good in my life | |
| holding you against me like a slide to the light. | |
| I' m resting my head on the passenger glass. | |
| I' m rolling on the ground to scratch an unreachable back. | |
| God had a plan for what happened for us. | |
| Knowing the hairs on our arms and the dust | |
| collecting on unused glasses and cups. | |
| I can see the change it made in your face: | |
| the slow dissolve from black to gray, | |
| The weird delay between | |
| the things you think and the things you say. | |
| You' re petering out, I' m petered away. | |
| I just want to lay down with you. | |
| I won' t try anything, I swear. | |
| You won' t even know I' m there. | |
| I' m not taking my chances, so I' m counting out loud. | |
| Nothing worse than missing simple trees going by. | |
| Every new day is hard in a very new way. | |
| Every good day is good in its very own way. | |
| Shirley Road Shirley you treated me fine. | |
| Counting the hundreds of faded white lines. | |
| I' m silent and green like a blank highway sign. | |
| Suddenly you smell like winter apples | |
| and the same ways that | |
| make you ripe will make you decay. | |
| And I can hear the worry in your voice, | |
| the quiet blame you point away, | |
| the hidden name beneath | |
| the things you think and the things you say. | |
| They' re petering out and you will remain. | |
| I just want to lay down with you. | |
| I won' t try anything, I swear. | |
| You won' t even know I' m there. | |
| _by luò xiǎo mò |