| Song | Sunday Punch |
| Artist | Blaudzun |
| Album | Heavy Flowers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : N/A | |
| Babylon goodbye | |
| Desperate for a lie | |
| Put your head on my plate | |
| She trades her sweets for grace | |
| Before the waves crash in | |
| And wash away my sin | |
| Her beautiful rage | |
| Coming off the stage | |
| Waiting for the big one to | |
| Come and rip your heart in two | |
| Never waste the dawn | |
| Singing 'till the curtain call | |
| Turn off all the lights | |
| Before night falls | |
| A sentence like a man | |
| Who slaps you in the face | |
| Like two line poems can | |
| (That's) her chokehold embrace | |
| Emergency broadcast | |
| It's coming in, coming in fast | |
| She lands a sunday punch | |
| She lands a sunday punch | |
| Waiting for the big one to | |
| Come and rip your heart in two | |
| Never waste the dawn | |
| Singing 'till the curtain call | |
| Turn off all the lights | |
| Before the night falls | |
| Waiting for the big one to | |
| Come and rip your heart in two | |
| Never waste the dawn | |
| She lands a sunday punch | |
| She lands a sunday punch | |
| She lands a sunday punch | |
| She lands a sunday punch | |
| She lands a sunday punch |
| zuo qu : N A | |
| Babylon goodbye | |
| Desperate for a lie | |
| Put your head on my plate | |
| She trades her sweets for grace | |
| Before the waves crash in | |
| And wash away my sin | |
| Her beautiful rage | |
| Coming off the stage | |
| Waiting for the big one to | |
| Come and rip your heart in two | |
| Never waste the dawn | |
| Singing ' till the curtain call | |
| Turn off all the lights | |
| Before night falls | |
| A sentence like a man | |
| Who slaps you in the face | |
| Like two line poems can | |
| That' s her chokehold embrace | |
| Emergency broadcast | |
| It' s coming in, coming in fast | |
| She lands a sunday punch | |
| She lands a sunday punch | |
| Waiting for the big one to | |
| Come and rip your heart in two | |
| Never waste the dawn | |
| Singing ' till the curtain call | |
| Turn off all the lights | |
| Before the night falls | |
| Waiting for the big one to | |
| Come and rip your heart in two | |
| Never waste the dawn | |
| She lands a sunday punch | |
| She lands a sunday punch | |
| She lands a sunday punch | |
| She lands a sunday punch | |
| She lands a sunday punch |
| zuò qǔ : N A | |
| Babylon goodbye | |
| Desperate for a lie | |
| Put your head on my plate | |
| She trades her sweets for grace | |
| Before the waves crash in | |
| And wash away my sin | |
| Her beautiful rage | |
| Coming off the stage | |
| Waiting for the big one to | |
| Come and rip your heart in two | |
| Never waste the dawn | |
| Singing ' till the curtain call | |
| Turn off all the lights | |
| Before night falls | |
| A sentence like a man | |
| Who slaps you in the face | |
| Like two line poems can | |
| That' s her chokehold embrace | |
| Emergency broadcast | |
| It' s coming in, coming in fast | |
| She lands a sunday punch | |
| She lands a sunday punch | |
| Waiting for the big one to | |
| Come and rip your heart in two | |
| Never waste the dawn | |
| Singing ' till the curtain call | |
| Turn off all the lights | |
| Before the night falls | |
| Waiting for the big one to | |
| Come and rip your heart in two | |
| Never waste the dawn | |
| She lands a sunday punch | |
| She lands a sunday punch | |
| She lands a sunday punch | |
| She lands a sunday punch | |
| She lands a sunday punch |