| Song | The Cloud Room |
| Artist | Laura Veirs |
| Album | Carbon Glacier |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Veirs | |
| Music in the air | |
| Plucked from the centuries | |
| Presented in the form | |
| Of a song by you to me | |
| Seagull in the air | |
| Floating on the updraft | |
| See me on the ground | |
| Think i just heard her laugh | |
| Up in the air | |
| Up there, up there, in the air | |
| Twelve floors up | |
| In the camlin hotel | |
| Man at the piano | |
| Plays songs for the clientele | |
| Notes mingle out from his mouth | |
| With the alcohol | |
| Floating up to the stars | |
| And circling through them all | |
| Up in the air... | |
| Topographic lines | |
| Come close together | |
| Imagine the peaks | |
| And the stormy weather | |
| Trees fade to white | |
| And boulders just might | |
| Make an appearance | |
| If the sun shines just right | |
| Up in the air... |
| zuo ci : Veirs | |
| Music in the air | |
| Plucked from the centuries | |
| Presented in the form | |
| Of a song by you to me | |
| Seagull in the air | |
| Floating on the updraft | |
| See me on the ground | |
| Think i just heard her laugh | |
| Up in the air | |
| Up there, up there, in the air | |
| Twelve floors up | |
| In the camlin hotel | |
| Man at the piano | |
| Plays songs for the clientele | |
| Notes mingle out from his mouth | |
| With the alcohol | |
| Floating up to the stars | |
| And circling through them all | |
| Up in the air... | |
| Topographic lines | |
| Come close together | |
| Imagine the peaks | |
| And the stormy weather | |
| Trees fade to white | |
| And boulders just might | |
| Make an appearance | |
| If the sun shines just right | |
| Up in the air... |
| zuò cí : Veirs | |
| Music in the air | |
| Plucked from the centuries | |
| Presented in the form | |
| Of a song by you to me | |
| Seagull in the air | |
| Floating on the updraft | |
| See me on the ground | |
| Think i just heard her laugh | |
| Up in the air | |
| Up there, up there, in the air | |
| Twelve floors up | |
| In the camlin hotel | |
| Man at the piano | |
| Plays songs for the clientele | |
| Notes mingle out from his mouth | |
| With the alcohol | |
| Floating up to the stars | |
| And circling through them all | |
| Up in the air... | |
| Topographic lines | |
| Come close together | |
| Imagine the peaks | |
| And the stormy weather | |
| Trees fade to white | |
| And boulders just might | |
| Make an appearance | |
| If the sun shines just right | |
| Up in the air... |