| Song | Truly Golden |
| Artist | Woven Hand |
| Album | Mosaic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dee, VanLaerhoven | |
| I wait for her to speak for me | |
| The rule is truly golden | |
| I am spoken for | |
| A drifting day on my own | |
| he does chastize these bones | |
| He gives a womans touch | |
| A drifting day alone | |
| He does chastize his own | |
| He gives a womans touch | |
| We are all pleased to dwell | |
| With me | |
| With me | |
| Out of their goodness | |
| And over my head | |
| A burning coal of kindness | |
| Over my head | |
| Over my head | |
| I spin with the world | |
| But it is no help to me | |
| I sleep in this chair like a stone | |
| A yellow flower has grown | |
| He does chastize his own love | |
| He gives a womans touch | |
| To spin with the world | |
| It is no help to me | |
| I walk the creeking floors of this home | |
| Where a yellow flower has grown | |
| He does chastize his own love | |
| He gives a womans touch |
| zuo qu : Dee, VanLaerhoven | |
| I wait for her to speak for me | |
| The rule is truly golden | |
| I am spoken for | |
| A drifting day on my own | |
| he does chastize these bones | |
| He gives a womans touch | |
| A drifting day alone | |
| He does chastize his own | |
| He gives a womans touch | |
| We are all pleased to dwell | |
| With me | |
| With me | |
| Out of their goodness | |
| And over my head | |
| A burning coal of kindness | |
| Over my head | |
| Over my head | |
| I spin with the world | |
| But it is no help to me | |
| I sleep in this chair like a stone | |
| A yellow flower has grown | |
| He does chastize his own love | |
| He gives a womans touch | |
| To spin with the world | |
| It is no help to me | |
| I walk the creeking floors of this home | |
| Where a yellow flower has grown | |
| He does chastize his own love | |
| He gives a womans touch |
| zuò qǔ : Dee, VanLaerhoven | |
| I wait for her to speak for me | |
| The rule is truly golden | |
| I am spoken for | |
| A drifting day on my own | |
| he does chastize these bones | |
| He gives a womans touch | |
| A drifting day alone | |
| He does chastize his own | |
| He gives a womans touch | |
| We are all pleased to dwell | |
| With me | |
| With me | |
| Out of their goodness | |
| And over my head | |
| A burning coal of kindness | |
| Over my head | |
| Over my head | |
| I spin with the world | |
| But it is no help to me | |
| I sleep in this chair like a stone | |
| A yellow flower has grown | |
| He does chastize his own love | |
| He gives a womans touch | |
| To spin with the world | |
| It is no help to me | |
| I walk the creeking floors of this home | |
| Where a yellow flower has grown | |
| He does chastize his own love | |
| He gives a womans touch |