| Song | Morning Way |
| Artist | Trader Horne |
| Album | Morning Way |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dyble, McAuley | |
| Dreaming strands of nightmare | |
| Are sticking to my feet | |
| It's time to wake up and throw away | |
| The last remaining sheet | |
| Sunlight sliding down my back | |
| And dripping on the gray | |
| It's time to watch the dawning light | |
| Reveal the morning way | |
| Dreams are fading | |
| Now it's nearly noon | |
| And then it's afternoon | |
| The leaves are creeping | |
| Green inside the day | |
| To where the friends | |
| Who used to lend me love | |
| Are all above my head | |
| And looking down at me | |
| To smile at how it ought to be | |
| To where the friends | |
| Who used to lend me love | |
| Are all above my head | |
| And looking down at me | |
| To smile at how it ought to be | |
| To where the friends | |
| Who used to lend me love | |
| Are all above my head | |
| And looking down at me | |
| To smile at how it ought to be | |
| ... |
| zuo qu : Dyble, McAuley | |
| Dreaming strands of nightmare | |
| Are sticking to my feet | |
| It' s time to wake up and throw away | |
| The last remaining sheet | |
| Sunlight sliding down my back | |
| And dripping on the gray | |
| It' s time to watch the dawning light | |
| Reveal the morning way | |
| Dreams are fading | |
| Now it' s nearly noon | |
| And then it' s afternoon | |
| The leaves are creeping | |
| Green inside the day | |
| To where the friends | |
| Who used to lend me love | |
| Are all above my head | |
| And looking down at me | |
| To smile at how it ought to be | |
| To where the friends | |
| Who used to lend me love | |
| Are all above my head | |
| And looking down at me | |
| To smile at how it ought to be | |
| To where the friends | |
| Who used to lend me love | |
| Are all above my head | |
| And looking down at me | |
| To smile at how it ought to be | |
| ... |
| zuò qǔ : Dyble, McAuley | |
| Dreaming strands of nightmare | |
| Are sticking to my feet | |
| It' s time to wake up and throw away | |
| The last remaining sheet | |
| Sunlight sliding down my back | |
| And dripping on the gray | |
| It' s time to watch the dawning light | |
| Reveal the morning way | |
| Dreams are fading | |
| Now it' s nearly noon | |
| And then it' s afternoon | |
| The leaves are creeping | |
| Green inside the day | |
| To where the friends | |
| Who used to lend me love | |
| Are all above my head | |
| And looking down at me | |
| To smile at how it ought to be | |
| To where the friends | |
| Who used to lend me love | |
| Are all above my head | |
| And looking down at me | |
| To smile at how it ought to be | |
| To where the friends | |
| Who used to lend me love | |
| Are all above my head | |
| And looking down at me | |
| To smile at how it ought to be | |
| ... |