| Song | View from Below |
| Artist | The Minus 5 |
| Album | Down With Wilco |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McCaughey | |
| The hallway smells of lemon | |
| With my face pushed to the ground | |
| The windows at their very best | |
| Are dripping to the sound | |
| You'll never win the way you won again | |
| In the bedroom, bastard swings | |
| A plastic vodka jug | |
| And I can see your penny loafers | |
| Drop onto the rug | |
| You'll never win the way you won again | |
| Wish it was a two-way mirror on the ceiling | |
| And I was looking through from the attic | |
| Instead of getting carpet burn when I'm turning | |
| Fighting sparks in the dark from the static | |
| Two legs of the coffee table | |
| Are scratched up by your cat | |
| Well, I may take him far away | |
| What would you think of that? | |
| You'll never win the way you won again | |
| You, the bastard, and vodka, me and the floor | |
| Another perfect marriage, another perfect war | |
| You'll never win the way you won again |
| zuo qu : McCaughey | |
| The hallway smells of lemon | |
| With my face pushed to the ground | |
| The windows at their very best | |
| Are dripping to the sound | |
| You' ll never win the way you won again | |
| In the bedroom, bastard swings | |
| A plastic vodka jug | |
| And I can see your penny loafers | |
| Drop onto the rug | |
| You' ll never win the way you won again | |
| Wish it was a twoway mirror on the ceiling | |
| And I was looking through from the attic | |
| Instead of getting carpet burn when I' m turning | |
| Fighting sparks in the dark from the static | |
| Two legs of the coffee table | |
| Are scratched up by your cat | |
| Well, I may take him far away | |
| What would you think of that? | |
| You' ll never win the way you won again | |
| You, the bastard, and vodka, me and the floor | |
| Another perfect marriage, another perfect war | |
| You' ll never win the way you won again |
| zuò qǔ : McCaughey | |
| The hallway smells of lemon | |
| With my face pushed to the ground | |
| The windows at their very best | |
| Are dripping to the sound | |
| You' ll never win the way you won again | |
| In the bedroom, bastard swings | |
| A plastic vodka jug | |
| And I can see your penny loafers | |
| Drop onto the rug | |
| You' ll never win the way you won again | |
| Wish it was a twoway mirror on the ceiling | |
| And I was looking through from the attic | |
| Instead of getting carpet burn when I' m turning | |
| Fighting sparks in the dark from the static | |
| Two legs of the coffee table | |
| Are scratched up by your cat | |
| Well, I may take him far away | |
| What would you think of that? | |
| You' ll never win the way you won again | |
| You, the bastard, and vodka, me and the floor | |
| Another perfect marriage, another perfect war | |
| You' ll never win the way you won again |