| Song | What You'll Miss |
| Artist | The Lucksmiths |
| Album | Naturaliste |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : White | |
| In the morning it felt like the world had stopped | |
| And clenched like a giant fist up tight | |
| But then you noticed the dust still dropped | |
| And danced through the bedroom window light | |
| It's the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
| It's the sad things that you'll miss | |
| Like the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
| And the sad things like this | |
| Let it all come down like fog on a cold field | |
| Let it all come down like frost on the lawn | |
| Let it all come down like leaves in a teacup | |
| Let it all come down like trees in a storm | |
| There'll be cars on the street soon enough | |
| And someone will come and collect the bins | |
| Everyone will return to their everyday stuff | |
| And you'll sleep through the mess that you're in | |
| It's the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
| It's the sad things that you'll miss | |
| Like the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
| And the sad things like this | |
| Let it all come down like fog on a cold field | |
| Let it all come down like frost on the lawn | |
| Let it all come down like leaves in a teacup | |
| Let it all come down like trees in a storm | |
| Let it all come down like sleep on your eyelids | |
| Let it all come down softly as snow onto snow | |
| Let it all come down seeing the river below you | |
| Let it all come down feeling your fingers let go | |
| It's the woodsmoke smell of winter |
| zuo ci : White | |
| In the morning it felt like the world had stopped | |
| And clenched like a giant fist up tight | |
| But then you noticed the dust still dropped | |
| And danced through the bedroom window light | |
| It' s the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
| It' s the sad things that you' ll miss | |
| Like the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
| And the sad things like this | |
| Let it all come down like fog on a cold field | |
| Let it all come down like frost on the lawn | |
| Let it all come down like leaves in a teacup | |
| Let it all come down like trees in a storm | |
| There' ll be cars on the street soon enough | |
| And someone will come and collect the bins | |
| Everyone will return to their everyday stuff | |
| And you' ll sleep through the mess that you' re in | |
| It' s the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
| It' s the sad things that you' ll miss | |
| Like the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
| And the sad things like this | |
| Let it all come down like fog on a cold field | |
| Let it all come down like frost on the lawn | |
| Let it all come down like leaves in a teacup | |
| Let it all come down like trees in a storm | |
| Let it all come down like sleep on your eyelids | |
| Let it all come down softly as snow onto snow | |
| Let it all come down seeing the river below you | |
| Let it all come down feeling your fingers let go | |
| It' s the woodsmoke smell of winter |
| zuò cí : White | |
| In the morning it felt like the world had stopped | |
| And clenched like a giant fist up tight | |
| But then you noticed the dust still dropped | |
| And danced through the bedroom window light | |
| It' s the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
| It' s the sad things that you' ll miss | |
| Like the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
| And the sad things like this | |
| Let it all come down like fog on a cold field | |
| Let it all come down like frost on the lawn | |
| Let it all come down like leaves in a teacup | |
| Let it all come down like trees in a storm | |
| There' ll be cars on the street soon enough | |
| And someone will come and collect the bins | |
| Everyone will return to their everyday stuff | |
| And you' ll sleep through the mess that you' re in | |
| It' s the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
| It' s the sad things that you' ll miss | |
| Like the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
| And the sad things like this | |
| Let it all come down like fog on a cold field | |
| Let it all come down like frost on the lawn | |
| Let it all come down like leaves in a teacup | |
| Let it all come down like trees in a storm | |
| Let it all come down like sleep on your eyelids | |
| Let it all come down softly as snow onto snow | |
| Let it all come down seeing the river below you | |
| Let it all come down feeling your fingers let go | |
| It' s the woodsmoke smell of winter |