| Song | The Past And Pending |
| Artist | The Shins |
| Album | Oh, Inverted World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Mercer, Shins |
| [00:18.12] | As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn |
| [00:26.12] | We settle down to cut ourselves apart |
| [00:33.93] | Cough and twitch from the news on your face |
| [00:40.68] | And some foreign candle burning in your eyes |
| [01:05.68] | Held to the past too aware of the pending |
| [01:13.74] | Chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale |
| [01:21.74] | Enter the fog another low road descending |
| [01:29.68] | Away from the cold lust your house and summertime |
| [01:41.68] | Blind to the last cursed affair pistols and countless lies |
| [01:49.49] | A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running |
| [01:57.55] | Feed till the sun turns into wood dousing an ancient torch |
| [02:05.55] | Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love |
| [02:33.74] | Your name on my cast and my notes on your stay |
| [02:41.87] | Offer me little but doting on a crime |
| [02:49.74] | We've turned every stone and for all our inventions |
| [02:57.86] | In matters of love loss we've no recourse at all |
| [03:10.12] | Blind to the last cursed affair pistols and countless lies |
| [03:17.87] | A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running |
| [03:26.30] | Feed till the sun turns into wood dousing an ancient torch |
| [03:34.42] | Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Mercer, Shins |
| [00:18.12] | As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn |
| [00:26.12] | We settle down to cut ourselves apart |
| [00:33.93] | Cough and twitch from the news on your face |
| [00:40.68] | And some foreign candle burning in your eyes |
| [01:05.68] | Held to the past too aware of the pending |
| [01:13.74] | Chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale |
| [01:21.74] | Enter the fog another low road descending |
| [01:29.68] | Away from the cold lust your house and summertime |
| [01:41.68] | Blind to the last cursed affair pistols and countless lies |
| [01:49.49] | A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running |
| [01:57.55] | Feed till the sun turns into wood dousing an ancient torch |
| [02:05.55] | Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love |
| [02:33.74] | Your name on my cast and my notes on your stay |
| [02:41.87] | Offer me little but doting on a crime |
| [02:49.74] | We' ve turned every stone and for all our inventions |
| [02:57.86] | In matters of love loss we' ve no recourse at all |
| [03:10.12] | Blind to the last cursed affair pistols and countless lies |
| [03:17.87] | A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running |
| [03:26.30] | Feed till the sun turns into wood dousing an ancient torch |
| [03:34.42] | Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Mercer, Shins |
| [00:18.12] | As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn |
| [00:26.12] | We settle down to cut ourselves apart |
| [00:33.93] | Cough and twitch from the news on your face |
| [00:40.68] | And some foreign candle burning in your eyes |
| [01:05.68] | Held to the past too aware of the pending |
| [01:13.74] | Chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale |
| [01:21.74] | Enter the fog another low road descending |
| [01:29.68] | Away from the cold lust your house and summertime |
| [01:41.68] | Blind to the last cursed affair pistols and countless lies |
| [01:49.49] | A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running |
| [01:57.55] | Feed till the sun turns into wood dousing an ancient torch |
| [02:05.55] | Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love |
| [02:33.74] | Your name on my cast and my notes on your stay |
| [02:41.87] | Offer me little but doting on a crime |
| [02:49.74] | We' ve turned every stone and for all our inventions |
| [02:57.86] | In matters of love loss we' ve no recourse at all |
| [03:10.12] | Blind to the last cursed affair pistols and countless lies |
| [03:17.87] | A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running |
| [03:26.30] | Feed till the sun turns into wood dousing an ancient torch |
| [03:34.42] | Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love |