| Song | Untitled, Anonymous |
| Artist | Everyday Sunday |
| Album | Anthems For The Imperfect |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hines, Hunter, Martin, Pearson ... | |
| Here I am again by myself in this room | |
| And I stare at the ceiling like the others | |
| The door closed, the light out, the window open | |
| The blinds shudder from the cold | |
| Empty walls are all staring at me | |
| While the faces in their frames look away | |
| The rain kisses the screen and then shatters and falls | |
| And there's something familiar about that | |
| I can't get away from myself | |
| And I'm wondering where you are now | |
| Seems like everyone else has the someone they need | |
| And there's an odd number of people like me | |
| But this can't be because I believe | |
| In something better than love | |
| Here I am again by myself in this room | |
| There's no other place I can surface | |
| My insides want out with the outsides want in | |
| And the mirror is my window to the world | |
| Pictures of dreams are the words | |
| That I finally found tonight | |
| If I could show them to you | |
| Would you recognized the scene? | |
| I know that i may be lonely | |
| But am I ever alone? | |
| Seems like everyone else has the someone they need | |
| And there's an odd number of people like me | |
| But this can't be because I believe | |
| In something better than love | |
| Every part of me feels it tonight | |
| Alone to the tips of my fingers | |
| But it all goes away when the sun comes up | |
| So you'll never see this... |
| zuo qu : Hines, Hunter, Martin, Pearson ... | |
| Here I am again by myself in this room | |
| And I stare at the ceiling like the others | |
| The door closed, the light out, the window open | |
| The blinds shudder from the cold | |
| Empty walls are all staring at me | |
| While the faces in their frames look away | |
| The rain kisses the screen and then shatters and falls | |
| And there' s something familiar about that | |
| I can' t get away from myself | |
| And I' m wondering where you are now | |
| Seems like everyone else has the someone they need | |
| And there' s an odd number of people like me | |
| But this can' t be because I believe | |
| In something better than love | |
| Here I am again by myself in this room | |
| There' s no other place I can surface | |
| My insides want out with the outsides want in | |
| And the mirror is my window to the world | |
| Pictures of dreams are the words | |
| That I finally found tonight | |
| If I could show them to you | |
| Would you recognized the scene? | |
| I know that i may be lonely | |
| But am I ever alone? | |
| Seems like everyone else has the someone they need | |
| And there' s an odd number of people like me | |
| But this can' t be because I believe | |
| In something better than love | |
| Every part of me feels it tonight | |
| Alone to the tips of my fingers | |
| But it all goes away when the sun comes up | |
| So you' ll never see this... |
| zuò qǔ : Hines, Hunter, Martin, Pearson ... | |
| Here I am again by myself in this room | |
| And I stare at the ceiling like the others | |
| The door closed, the light out, the window open | |
| The blinds shudder from the cold | |
| Empty walls are all staring at me | |
| While the faces in their frames look away | |
| The rain kisses the screen and then shatters and falls | |
| And there' s something familiar about that | |
| I can' t get away from myself | |
| And I' m wondering where you are now | |
| Seems like everyone else has the someone they need | |
| And there' s an odd number of people like me | |
| But this can' t be because I believe | |
| In something better than love | |
| Here I am again by myself in this room | |
| There' s no other place I can surface | |
| My insides want out with the outsides want in | |
| And the mirror is my window to the world | |
| Pictures of dreams are the words | |
| That I finally found tonight | |
| If I could show them to you | |
| Would you recognized the scene? | |
| I know that i may be lonely | |
| But am I ever alone? | |
| Seems like everyone else has the someone they need | |
| And there' s an odd number of people like me | |
| But this can' t be because I believe | |
| In something better than love | |
| Every part of me feels it tonight | |
| Alone to the tips of my fingers | |
| But it all goes away when the sun comes up | |
| So you' ll never see this... |