Song | The Mountain Range In My Living Room |
Artist | The Early November |
Album | The Room's Too Cold |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Early November, Enders | |
with this being said | |
every petal's come off again | |
and fell to the floor | |
every word again | |
it's not like it ever meant | |
everything we'd hoped | |
all this said | |
every word again | |
it's never been harder to fall | |
there's nothing to grab and that's | |
all i want to hold onto | |
just another sweep and it'll be fine | |
but this carpet's got hills and i | |
can't see this helping at all | |
throw away what you say | |
well then watch it all wash away | |
will it wash ashore | |
who'd have thought it could float | |
even grow enough to make its own | |
way back alone | |
all this said | |
every word again | |
it's never been harder to fall | |
there's nothing to grab and that's | |
all i want to hold onto | |
just another sweep and it'll be fine | |
but this carpet's got hills and i | |
can't see this helping at all |
zuo qu : Early November, Enders | |
with this being said | |
every petal' s come off again | |
and fell to the floor | |
every word again | |
it' s not like it ever meant | |
everything we' d hoped | |
all this said | |
every word again | |
it' s never been harder to fall | |
there' s nothing to grab and that' s | |
all i want to hold onto | |
just another sweep and it' ll be fine | |
but this carpet' s got hills and i | |
can' t see this helping at all | |
throw away what you say | |
well then watch it all wash away | |
will it wash ashore | |
who' d have thought it could float | |
even grow enough to make its own | |
way back alone | |
all this said | |
every word again | |
it' s never been harder to fall | |
there' s nothing to grab and that' s | |
all i want to hold onto | |
just another sweep and it' ll be fine | |
but this carpet' s got hills and i | |
can' t see this helping at all |
zuò qǔ : Early November, Enders | |
with this being said | |
every petal' s come off again | |
and fell to the floor | |
every word again | |
it' s not like it ever meant | |
everything we' d hoped | |
all this said | |
every word again | |
it' s never been harder to fall | |
there' s nothing to grab and that' s | |
all i want to hold onto | |
just another sweep and it' ll be fine | |
but this carpet' s got hills and i | |
can' t see this helping at all | |
throw away what you say | |
well then watch it all wash away | |
will it wash ashore | |
who' d have thought it could float | |
even grow enough to make its own | |
way back alone | |
all this said | |
every word again | |
it' s never been harder to fall | |
there' s nothing to grab and that' s | |
all i want to hold onto | |
just another sweep and it' ll be fine | |
but this carpet' s got hills and i | |
can' t see this helping at all |