| Song | Everybody Always Leaves |
| Artist | Matthew Ryan |
| Album | From A Late Night High Rise |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ryan | |
| I remember sometimes | |
| When you never came home | |
| How I crawled inside | |
| Those sad and lovely bones | |
| That you left behind | |
| Rarely held nor seen | |
| Everybody always | |
| Everybody always leaves | |
| It was a third world town | |
| In the great dead north | |
| I felt a wedding bell shiver | |
| Folded hands divorced | |
| From a prayer for the permanent | |
| Warmer tears on my sleeve | |
| Everybody always | |
| Everybody always leaves | |
| Sometimes I can't remember nothing | |
| Sometimes it shadows everything | |
| Some Sundays it's as loud as thunder | |
| In the morning when the telephone rings | |
| Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
| Dark days in this present past | |
| In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
| I'll let go of what I never had | |
| She took a mouthful of rain | |
| With a gutter full of pills | |
| She wrote, "I handled the pain | |
| But it's the hope that kills | |
| So take care of yourself | |
| And don't worry about me | |
| 'Cause everybody always | |
| Everybody always leaves" | |
| Sometimes I can't remember nothing | |
| Sometimes it shadows everything | |
| Some Sundays it's as loud as thunder | |
| In the morning when the telephone rings | |
| Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
| Dark days in this present past | |
| In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
| I'll let go of what I never had | |
| Don't leave, don't leave | |
| Sometimes I can't remember nothing | |
| Sometimes it shadows everything | |
| Some Sundays it's as loud as thunder | |
| In the morning when the telephone rings | |
| Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
| Dark days in this present past | |
| In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
| I'll let go of what I never had | |
| I will never understand | |
| Sometimes I can't remember nothing | |
| Sometimes it shadows everything | |
| Some Sundays it's as loud as thunder | |
| In the morning when the telephone rings | |
| Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
| Dark days in this present past | |
| In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
| I'll let go of what I never had | |
| In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
| I'll let go of what I never had |
| zuo qu : Ryan | |
| I remember sometimes | |
| When you never came home | |
| How I crawled inside | |
| Those sad and lovely bones | |
| That you left behind | |
| Rarely held nor seen | |
| Everybody always | |
| Everybody always leaves | |
| It was a third world town | |
| In the great dead north | |
| I felt a wedding bell shiver | |
| Folded hands divorced | |
| From a prayer for the permanent | |
| Warmer tears on my sleeve | |
| Everybody always | |
| Everybody always leaves | |
| Sometimes I can' t remember nothing | |
| Sometimes it shadows everything | |
| Some Sundays it' s as loud as thunder | |
| In the morning when the telephone rings | |
| Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
| Dark days in this present past | |
| In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
| I' ll let go of what I never had | |
| She took a mouthful of rain | |
| With a gutter full of pills | |
| She wrote, " I handled the pain | |
| But it' s the hope that kills | |
| So take care of yourself | |
| And don' t worry about me | |
| ' Cause everybody always | |
| Everybody always leaves" | |
| Sometimes I can' t remember nothing | |
| Sometimes it shadows everything | |
| Some Sundays it' s as loud as thunder | |
| In the morning when the telephone rings | |
| Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
| Dark days in this present past | |
| In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
| I' ll let go of what I never had | |
| Don' t leave, don' t leave | |
| Sometimes I can' t remember nothing | |
| Sometimes it shadows everything | |
| Some Sundays it' s as loud as thunder | |
| In the morning when the telephone rings | |
| Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
| Dark days in this present past | |
| In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
| I' ll let go of what I never had | |
| I will never understand | |
| Sometimes I can' t remember nothing | |
| Sometimes it shadows everything | |
| Some Sundays it' s as loud as thunder | |
| In the morning when the telephone rings | |
| Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
| Dark days in this present past | |
| In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
| I' ll let go of what I never had | |
| In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
| I' ll let go of what I never had |
| zuò qǔ : Ryan | |
| I remember sometimes | |
| When you never came home | |
| How I crawled inside | |
| Those sad and lovely bones | |
| That you left behind | |
| Rarely held nor seen | |
| Everybody always | |
| Everybody always leaves | |
| It was a third world town | |
| In the great dead north | |
| I felt a wedding bell shiver | |
| Folded hands divorced | |
| From a prayer for the permanent | |
| Warmer tears on my sleeve | |
| Everybody always | |
| Everybody always leaves | |
| Sometimes I can' t remember nothing | |
| Sometimes it shadows everything | |
| Some Sundays it' s as loud as thunder | |
| In the morning when the telephone rings | |
| Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
| Dark days in this present past | |
| In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
| I' ll let go of what I never had | |
| She took a mouthful of rain | |
| With a gutter full of pills | |
| She wrote, " I handled the pain | |
| But it' s the hope that kills | |
| So take care of yourself | |
| And don' t worry about me | |
| ' Cause everybody always | |
| Everybody always leaves" | |
| Sometimes I can' t remember nothing | |
| Sometimes it shadows everything | |
| Some Sundays it' s as loud as thunder | |
| In the morning when the telephone rings | |
| Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
| Dark days in this present past | |
| In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
| I' ll let go of what I never had | |
| Don' t leave, don' t leave | |
| Sometimes I can' t remember nothing | |
| Sometimes it shadows everything | |
| Some Sundays it' s as loud as thunder | |
| In the morning when the telephone rings | |
| Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
| Dark days in this present past | |
| In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
| I' ll let go of what I never had | |
| I will never understand | |
| Sometimes I can' t remember nothing | |
| Sometimes it shadows everything | |
| Some Sundays it' s as loud as thunder | |
| In the morning when the telephone rings | |
| Clearer days in some distant forecast | |
| Dark days in this present past | |
| In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
| I' ll let go of what I never had | |
| In the blur of some phantom widescreen | |
| I' ll let go of what I never had |