| Song | In The Hidden Places |
| Artist | The Mountain Goats |
| Album | Get Lonely |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Darnielle | |
| Autumn came around like a drifter to an on-ramp | |
| There were wet leaves floating in gutters full of rain | |
| Took to walking barefoot around town | |
| Melodies from grade school kicking in my brain | |
| Saw you on the crosstown bus today, you were reading a magazine | |
| I turned my face away and I shut my eyes tight | |
| Dreamed about the flowers that hide from the light | |
| On dark hillsides in the hidden places | |
| The brakes howled and the bus pulled up near my house | |
| And I got off at the corner | |
| Pulled my sleeves down over my hands, over my hands | |
| And I wished I was someone else and I wished it was warmer | |
| And when I got home I thought about you | |
| Like a desperate policeman searching for clues | |
| And I almost passed out just then and I shut my eyes again | |
| Headed for the dark hillsides, in the hidden places |
| zuo ci : Darnielle | |
| Autumn came around like a drifter to an onramp | |
| There were wet leaves floating in gutters full of rain | |
| Took to walking barefoot around town | |
| Melodies from grade school kicking in my brain | |
| Saw you on the crosstown bus today, you were reading a magazine | |
| I turned my face away and I shut my eyes tight | |
| Dreamed about the flowers that hide from the light | |
| On dark hillsides in the hidden places | |
| The brakes howled and the bus pulled up near my house | |
| And I got off at the corner | |
| Pulled my sleeves down over my hands, over my hands | |
| And I wished I was someone else and I wished it was warmer | |
| And when I got home I thought about you | |
| Like a desperate policeman searching for clues | |
| And I almost passed out just then and I shut my eyes again | |
| Headed for the dark hillsides, in the hidden places |
| zuò cí : Darnielle | |
| Autumn came around like a drifter to an onramp | |
| There were wet leaves floating in gutters full of rain | |
| Took to walking barefoot around town | |
| Melodies from grade school kicking in my brain | |
| Saw you on the crosstown bus today, you were reading a magazine | |
| I turned my face away and I shut my eyes tight | |
| Dreamed about the flowers that hide from the light | |
| On dark hillsides in the hidden places | |
| The brakes howled and the bus pulled up near my house | |
| And I got off at the corner | |
| Pulled my sleeves down over my hands, over my hands | |
| And I wished I was someone else and I wished it was warmer | |
| And when I got home I thought about you | |
| Like a desperate policeman searching for clues | |
| And I almost passed out just then and I shut my eyes again | |
| Headed for the dark hillsides, in the hidden places |