| Song | She's Not Coming Back |
| Artist | Cousteau |
| Album | Nova Scotia |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brown, McKahey | |
| The orchard's golden leaves | |
| Are burning down | |
| Fire closing in | |
| The fruit is blistering | |
| Above you | |
| How can such a pleasure | |
| Be regarded as a sin | |
| A ray of sun limps | |
| Slowly around the room | |
| Wolves are at the door | |
| Baying for their pound | |
| Of flesh but he's gone | |
| And it's impossible to | |
| Hurt you anymore | |
| They circle in the sky | |
| She's sick of holding back | |
| The tide | |
| She pulls the darkness shut | |
| Behind her and says goodnight | |
| She's not coming back | |
| I wish that you were here once | |
| More with me | |
| In the night somewhere | |
| Loveless days and grey eyed | |
| Mornings | |
| Pass beneath the window of | |
| Another dreary day |
| zuo qu : Brown, McKahey | |
| The orchard' s golden leaves | |
| Are burning down | |
| Fire closing in | |
| The fruit is blistering | |
| Above you | |
| How can such a pleasure | |
| Be regarded as a sin | |
| A ray of sun limps | |
| Slowly around the room | |
| Wolves are at the door | |
| Baying for their pound | |
| Of flesh but he' s gone | |
| And it' s impossible to | |
| Hurt you anymore | |
| They circle in the sky | |
| She' s sick of holding back | |
| The tide | |
| She pulls the darkness shut | |
| Behind her and says goodnight | |
| She' s not coming back | |
| I wish that you were here once | |
| More with me | |
| In the night somewhere | |
| Loveless days and grey eyed | |
| Mornings | |
| Pass beneath the window of | |
| Another dreary day |
| zuò qǔ : Brown, McKahey | |
| The orchard' s golden leaves | |
| Are burning down | |
| Fire closing in | |
| The fruit is blistering | |
| Above you | |
| How can such a pleasure | |
| Be regarded as a sin | |
| A ray of sun limps | |
| Slowly around the room | |
| Wolves are at the door | |
| Baying for their pound | |
| Of flesh but he' s gone | |
| And it' s impossible to | |
| Hurt you anymore | |
| They circle in the sky | |
| She' s sick of holding back | |
| The tide | |
| She pulls the darkness shut | |
| Behind her and says goodnight | |
| She' s not coming back | |
| I wish that you were here once | |
| More with me | |
| In the night somewhere | |
| Loveless days and grey eyed | |
| Mornings | |
| Pass beneath the window of | |
| Another dreary day |