| Song | Geometry Of Lawns |
| Artist | The Clientele |
| Album | Strange Geometry |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : The Clientele/Alasdair MacLean | |
| Leaving came to us | |
| Just like a song | |
| A dull geometry of lawns | |
| The sense that you are still a stranger | |
| But we were born | |
| To fade away like light | |
| Looking sideways into life | |
| There is no reason we should stay here | |
| And I know you are listening to this song | |
| Late in a still room with your lover | |
| Now see that moon above the edge of speech | |
| As we flicker like a screen and we are gone | |
| Once a spell of grace | |
| Came over me | |
| And I walked on through empty streets | |
| Redbricks, sweat shops and madrassahs | |
| Inside everything | |
| I heard a voice | |
| Mechanical, beyond itself | |
| Like the sentence of a dreamer | |
| And I know you are listening to this song | |
| Late in a still room with your lover | |
| Now see that moon above the edge of speech | |
| Out here beyond your reach I'm singing on |
| zuo qu : The Clientele Alasdair MacLean | |
| Leaving came to us | |
| Just like a song | |
| A dull geometry of lawns | |
| The sense that you are still a stranger | |
| But we were born | |
| To fade away like light | |
| Looking sideways into life | |
| There is no reason we should stay here | |
| And I know you are listening to this song | |
| Late in a still room with your lover | |
| Now see that moon above the edge of speech | |
| As we flicker like a screen and we are gone | |
| Once a spell of grace | |
| Came over me | |
| And I walked on through empty streets | |
| Redbricks, sweat shops and madrassahs | |
| Inside everything | |
| I heard a voice | |
| Mechanical, beyond itself | |
| Like the sentence of a dreamer | |
| And I know you are listening to this song | |
| Late in a still room with your lover | |
| Now see that moon above the edge of speech | |
| Out here beyond your reach I' m singing on |
| zuò qǔ : The Clientele Alasdair MacLean | |
| Leaving came to us | |
| Just like a song | |
| A dull geometry of lawns | |
| The sense that you are still a stranger | |
| But we were born | |
| To fade away like light | |
| Looking sideways into life | |
| There is no reason we should stay here | |
| And I know you are listening to this song | |
| Late in a still room with your lover | |
| Now see that moon above the edge of speech | |
| As we flicker like a screen and we are gone | |
| Once a spell of grace | |
| Came over me | |
| And I walked on through empty streets | |
| Redbricks, sweat shops and madrassahs | |
| Inside everything | |
| I heard a voice | |
| Mechanical, beyond itself | |
| Like the sentence of a dreamer | |
| And I know you are listening to this song | |
| Late in a still room with your lover | |
| Now see that moon above the edge of speech | |
| Out here beyond your reach I' m singing on |