| Song | Gladiolas |
| Artist | Ida |
| Album | The Braille Night |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Littleton, Mitchell | |
| On the way to California | |
| See my sister Carolina | |
| Looking out on South Dakota | |
| At a field of gladiolas | |
| Gonna sell it in the summer | |
| Leave behind the floods and winters | |
| Letting go of what they suffered | |
| Let it fall away like rain across the plains | |
| From a payphone on a corner | |
| Making plans for our departure | |
| I could wish we'd rush right over | |
| Looking back over my shoulder | |
| Cold December weather | |
| Not keeping us together | |
| It's New Years Eve forever | |
| We're flying down the turnpike in the night | |
| Looking out to the horizon | |
| Anyone could see the swelling of your heart | |
| All the lights that shine before you | |
| Looks so helpless, and so far to see | |
| Someone's always running faster | |
| Towards the anchor that you need | |
| You forget again and ask her | |
| Why the light, it had to leave | |
| An echo in a footstep, a whisper from a portrait | |
| Shows us all the stars you see |
| zuo ci : Littleton, Mitchell | |
| On the way to California | |
| See my sister Carolina | |
| Looking out on South Dakota | |
| At a field of gladiolas | |
| Gonna sell it in the summer | |
| Leave behind the floods and winters | |
| Letting go of what they suffered | |
| Let it fall away like rain across the plains | |
| From a payphone on a corner | |
| Making plans for our departure | |
| I could wish we' d rush right over | |
| Looking back over my shoulder | |
| Cold December weather | |
| Not keeping us together | |
| It' s New Years Eve forever | |
| We' re flying down the turnpike in the night | |
| Looking out to the horizon | |
| Anyone could see the swelling of your heart | |
| All the lights that shine before you | |
| Looks so helpless, and so far to see | |
| Someone' s always running faster | |
| Towards the anchor that you need | |
| You forget again and ask her | |
| Why the light, it had to leave | |
| An echo in a footstep, a whisper from a portrait | |
| Shows us all the stars you see |
| zuò cí : Littleton, Mitchell | |
| On the way to California | |
| See my sister Carolina | |
| Looking out on South Dakota | |
| At a field of gladiolas | |
| Gonna sell it in the summer | |
| Leave behind the floods and winters | |
| Letting go of what they suffered | |
| Let it fall away like rain across the plains | |
| From a payphone on a corner | |
| Making plans for our departure | |
| I could wish we' d rush right over | |
| Looking back over my shoulder | |
| Cold December weather | |
| Not keeping us together | |
| It' s New Years Eve forever | |
| We' re flying down the turnpike in the night | |
| Looking out to the horizon | |
| Anyone could see the swelling of your heart | |
| All the lights that shine before you | |
| Looks so helpless, and so far to see | |
| Someone' s always running faster | |
| Towards the anchor that you need | |
| You forget again and ask her | |
| Why the light, it had to leave | |
| An echo in a footstep, a whisper from a portrait | |
| Shows us all the stars you see |