| Song | Mission Street |
| Artist | 史逸欣 |
| Album | Warm Strangers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:20.09][02:41.44][04:13.21] | 史逸欣-Mission street |
| [00:29.03][02:49.37][04:21.22] | |
| [00:37.74] | Mission street is a striking dark-eyed stranger |
| [00:43.99] | Who speaks a language I don't know but long to learn |
| [00:51.81] | Its cadences fall endlessly beyond the windowpane |
| [00:59.34] | As I sit as though awaiting some return |
| [01:06.84][02:09.10] | And my hands are cold tonight |
| [01:13.12] | I'm sleepless in this dark |
| [01:17.03] | Forgetting what it was I came to find |
| [01:22.30][02:24.81] | And it seems that I've been wrong |
| [01:28.89][01:32.63][02:31.41][02:35.19] | More than I've been right |
| [01:39.15] | Mission street calls out to me by name |
| [01:45.28] | Then hurries on before I've hardly turned my head |
| [01:54.76] | Promises of answers muttered underneath her breath |
| [02:01.56] | Like an offering of contraband misread |
| [02:15.08] | On the strings of this guitar |
| [02:19.38] | Looking for the chords of what I've left behind |
| [02:57.98] | Mission street is alive at every hour |
| [03:04.12] | Like I've never been and feared I may not ever be |
| [03:13.46] | A light so steady on the mountains in the distance |
| [03:19.89] | A solitude so deep it might awaken me |
| [03:29.29] | Well my hands are cold tonight |
| [03:35.23] | But the sky is bright with stars |
| [03:39.15] | And I'm tearing through the veil that keeps me blind |
| [03:44.73] | And it seems the more I'm wrong |
| [03:51.01][03:54.88] | The more that I am right |
| [00:20.09][02:41.44][04:13.21] | shi yi xin Mission street |
| [00:29.03][02:49.37][04:21.22] | |
| [00:37.74] | Mission street is a striking darkeyed stranger |
| [00:43.99] | Who speaks a language I don' t know but long to learn |
| [00:51.81] | Its cadences fall endlessly beyond the windowpane |
| [00:59.34] | As I sit as though awaiting some return |
| [01:06.84][02:09.10] | And my hands are cold tonight |
| [01:13.12] | I' m sleepless in this dark |
| [01:17.03] | Forgetting what it was I came to find |
| [01:22.30][02:24.81] | And it seems that I' ve been wrong |
| [01:28.89][01:32.63][02:31.41][02:35.19] | More than I' ve been right |
| [01:39.15] | Mission street calls out to me by name |
| [01:45.28] | Then hurries on before I' ve hardly turned my head |
| [01:54.76] | Promises of answers muttered underneath her breath |
| [02:01.56] | Like an offering of contraband misread |
| [02:15.08] | On the strings of this guitar |
| [02:19.38] | Looking for the chords of what I' ve left behind |
| [02:57.98] | Mission street is alive at every hour |
| [03:04.12] | Like I' ve never been and feared I may not ever be |
| [03:13.46] | A light so steady on the mountains in the distance |
| [03:19.89] | A solitude so deep it might awaken me |
| [03:29.29] | Well my hands are cold tonight |
| [03:35.23] | But the sky is bright with stars |
| [03:39.15] | And I' m tearing through the veil that keeps me blind |
| [03:44.73] | And it seems the more I' m wrong |
| [03:51.01][03:54.88] | The more that I am right |
| [00:20.09][02:41.44][04:13.21] | shǐ yì xīn Mission street |
| [00:29.03][02:49.37][04:21.22] | |
| [00:37.74] | Mission street is a striking darkeyed stranger |
| [00:43.99] | Who speaks a language I don' t know but long to learn |
| [00:51.81] | Its cadences fall endlessly beyond the windowpane |
| [00:59.34] | As I sit as though awaiting some return |
| [01:06.84][02:09.10] | And my hands are cold tonight |
| [01:13.12] | I' m sleepless in this dark |
| [01:17.03] | Forgetting what it was I came to find |
| [01:22.30][02:24.81] | And it seems that I' ve been wrong |
| [01:28.89][01:32.63][02:31.41][02:35.19] | More than I' ve been right |
| [01:39.15] | Mission street calls out to me by name |
| [01:45.28] | Then hurries on before I' ve hardly turned my head |
| [01:54.76] | Promises of answers muttered underneath her breath |
| [02:01.56] | Like an offering of contraband misread |
| [02:15.08] | On the strings of this guitar |
| [02:19.38] | Looking for the chords of what I' ve left behind |
| [02:57.98] | Mission street is alive at every hour |
| [03:04.12] | Like I' ve never been and feared I may not ever be |
| [03:13.46] | A light so steady on the mountains in the distance |
| [03:19.89] | A solitude so deep it might awaken me |
| [03:29.29] | Well my hands are cold tonight |
| [03:35.23] | But the sky is bright with stars |
| [03:39.15] | And I' m tearing through the veil that keeps me blind |
| [03:44.73] | And it seems the more I' m wrong |
| [03:51.01][03:54.88] | The more that I am right |