| Song | No Birds Today |
| Artist | Cowboy Junkies |
| Album | Miles From Our Home |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Timmins |
| [00:21.20] | No birds today |
| [00:26.08] | Just this square patch of gray |
| [00:31.15] | Molting sky moving in on its morning prey |
| [00:40.83] | No words today |
| [00:45.83] | No one knocking at the gate |
| [00:50.58] | I lost my name long before I lost my way |
| [01:00.45] | I wonder what he thinks out there |
| [01:05.58] | Pastures turn from black to green and black again |
| [01:10.33] | The sun it carves a well worn path |
| [01:15.20] | from here to there and the next day back |
| [01:32.79] | No birds today |
| [01:37.67] | Just this dull sky of gray |
| [01:42.79] | Winter's quickly moving in on its skulking prey |
| [01:52.61] | No dust today |
| [01:57.61] | No clouds rising from my driveway |
| [02:02.48] | No hope drifting slowly my way |
| [02:12.17] | I wonder what he thinks in there |
| [02:17.04] | Pastures turn from black to green and black again |
| [02:21.98] | The sun it carves a well worn path |
| [02:26.86] | from here to there and the next day back |
| [02:44.54] | Cold bars of steel |
| [02:49.23] | I'm beginning to dig the feel |
| [02:54.10] | of all that disappears into....ethereal |
| [03:04.30] | Cold words of hate |
| [03:08.98] | Now I'm seeing how things break |
| [03:14.18] | Much too late now to cure my mistakes |
| [03:23.86] | I wonder what he thinks in there |
| [03:28.73] | Pastures turn from black to green and black again |
| [03:33.67] | The sun it carves a well worn path |
| [03:38.73] | from here to there and the next day back |
| [03:56.36] | No birds today |
| [04:01.11] | Just this barren stretch of gray |
| [04:06.04] | Just this barren stretch of gray |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Timmins |
| [00:21.20] | No birds today |
| [00:26.08] | Just this square patch of gray |
| [00:31.15] | Molting sky moving in on its morning prey |
| [00:40.83] | No words today |
| [00:45.83] | No one knocking at the gate |
| [00:50.58] | I lost my name long before I lost my way |
| [01:00.45] | I wonder what he thinks out there |
| [01:05.58] | Pastures turn from black to green and black again |
| [01:10.33] | The sun it carves a well worn path |
| [01:15.20] | from here to there and the next day back |
| [01:32.79] | No birds today |
| [01:37.67] | Just this dull sky of gray |
| [01:42.79] | Winter' s quickly moving in on its skulking prey |
| [01:52.61] | No dust today |
| [01:57.61] | No clouds rising from my driveway |
| [02:02.48] | No hope drifting slowly my way |
| [02:12.17] | I wonder what he thinks in there |
| [02:17.04] | Pastures turn from black to green and black again |
| [02:21.98] | The sun it carves a well worn path |
| [02:26.86] | from here to there and the next day back |
| [02:44.54] | Cold bars of steel |
| [02:49.23] | I' m beginning to dig the feel |
| [02:54.10] | of all that disappears into.... ethereal |
| [03:04.30] | Cold words of hate |
| [03:08.98] | Now I' m seeing how things break |
| [03:14.18] | Much too late now to cure my mistakes |
| [03:23.86] | I wonder what he thinks in there |
| [03:28.73] | Pastures turn from black to green and black again |
| [03:33.67] | The sun it carves a well worn path |
| [03:38.73] | from here to there and the next day back |
| [03:56.36] | No birds today |
| [04:01.11] | Just this barren stretch of gray |
| [04:06.04] | Just this barren stretch of gray |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Timmins |
| [00:21.20] | No birds today |
| [00:26.08] | Just this square patch of gray |
| [00:31.15] | Molting sky moving in on its morning prey |
| [00:40.83] | No words today |
| [00:45.83] | No one knocking at the gate |
| [00:50.58] | I lost my name long before I lost my way |
| [01:00.45] | I wonder what he thinks out there |
| [01:05.58] | Pastures turn from black to green and black again |
| [01:10.33] | The sun it carves a well worn path |
| [01:15.20] | from here to there and the next day back |
| [01:32.79] | No birds today |
| [01:37.67] | Just this dull sky of gray |
| [01:42.79] | Winter' s quickly moving in on its skulking prey |
| [01:52.61] | No dust today |
| [01:57.61] | No clouds rising from my driveway |
| [02:02.48] | No hope drifting slowly my way |
| [02:12.17] | I wonder what he thinks in there |
| [02:17.04] | Pastures turn from black to green and black again |
| [02:21.98] | The sun it carves a well worn path |
| [02:26.86] | from here to there and the next day back |
| [02:44.54] | Cold bars of steel |
| [02:49.23] | I' m beginning to dig the feel |
| [02:54.10] | of all that disappears into.... ethereal |
| [03:04.30] | Cold words of hate |
| [03:08.98] | Now I' m seeing how things break |
| [03:14.18] | Much too late now to cure my mistakes |
| [03:23.86] | I wonder what he thinks in there |
| [03:28.73] | Pastures turn from black to green and black again |
| [03:33.67] | The sun it carves a well worn path |
| [03:38.73] | from here to there and the next day back |
| [03:56.36] | No birds today |
| [04:01.11] | Just this barren stretch of gray |
| [04:06.04] | Just this barren stretch of gray |