| Song | Shaking |
| Artist | Rose Dorn |
| Album | Days You Were Leaving |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rose Dorn | |
| 作曲 : Rose Dorn | |
| Shaking | |
| Uncontrollably fond | |
| and shaking uncontrollably | |
| Forget it it’s dumb, I have | |
| Become uncomfortably numb | |
| When I was a little girl | |
| You were my whole world | |
| Doesn’t need to make much sense, | |
| Does it make a difference? | |
| Now that you are dead | |
| You were my best friend | |
| You were just right here | |
| I wish you were right here | |
| Crash and burn out on the yellow couch | |
| Your trepid tongue in my mouth | |
| Talking backwards, fire walk with me | |
| I’ll see you again in a fever dream | |
| Baby’s jumping the gun | |
| She sees herself in everyone | |
| Uncomfortable, pretty, and shaking | |
| uncontrollably |
| zuo ci : Rose Dorn | |
| zuo qu : Rose Dorn | |
| Shaking | |
| Uncontrollably fond | |
| and shaking uncontrollably | |
| Forget it it' s dumb, I have | |
| Become uncomfortably numb | |
| When I was a little girl | |
| You were my whole world | |
| Doesn' t need to make much sense, | |
| Does it make a difference? | |
| Now that you are dead | |
| You were my best friend | |
| You were just right here | |
| I wish you were right here | |
| Crash and burn out on the yellow couch | |
| Your trepid tongue in my mouth | |
| Talking backwards, fire walk with me | |
| I' ll see you again in a fever dream | |
| Baby' s jumping the gun | |
| She sees herself in everyone | |
| Uncomfortable, pretty, and shaking | |
| uncontrollably |
| zuò cí : Rose Dorn | |
| zuò qǔ : Rose Dorn | |
| Shaking | |
| Uncontrollably fond | |
| and shaking uncontrollably | |
| Forget it it' s dumb, I have | |
| Become uncomfortably numb | |
| When I was a little girl | |
| You were my whole world | |
| Doesn' t need to make much sense, | |
| Does it make a difference? | |
| Now that you are dead | |
| You were my best friend | |
| You were just right here | |
| I wish you were right here | |
| Crash and burn out on the yellow couch | |
| Your trepid tongue in my mouth | |
| Talking backwards, fire walk with me | |
| I' ll see you again in a fever dream | |
| Baby' s jumping the gun | |
| She sees herself in everyone | |
| Uncomfortable, pretty, and shaking | |
| uncontrollably |