| Song | Lincoln |
| Artist | Fields |
| Album | The Silence Of Staying In |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Seán O'Brien | |
| 作曲 : Seán O'Brien | |
| I'm back in the Lincoln, carelessly wandering, haplessly pondering a means to not be alone. | |
| High at the wrong time, the right side of Boston, where hope often sees the invisible. | |
| Fast romance for the innocent persuaded by the noise. | |
| With the lonesome accolade | |
| The lonesome accolade | |
| The lonesome accolade, oh | |
| Getting lost in the hope of being saved | |
| There might be a reason to refuse transgression. | |
| Between the heart and the harder truth, still I'm struggling. | |
| Raised by the virtue of mindless seduction to promising views. | |
| In my older youth I declare, this dream is elsewhere. | |
| Desperate, yet consummate as we're yearning to be found | |
| With the lonesome accolade | |
| The lonesome accolade | |
| The lonesome accolade, oh | |
| Getting lost in the hope of being saved |
| zuo ci : Se n O' Brien | |
| zuo qu : Se n O' Brien | |
| I' m back in the Lincoln, carelessly wandering, haplessly pondering a means to not be alone. | |
| High at the wrong time, the right side of Boston, where hope often sees the invisible. | |
| Fast romance for the innocent persuaded by the noise. | |
| With the lonesome accolade | |
| The lonesome accolade | |
| The lonesome accolade, oh | |
| Getting lost in the hope of being saved | |
| There might be a reason to refuse transgression. | |
| Between the heart and the harder truth, still I' m struggling. | |
| Raised by the virtue of mindless seduction to promising views. | |
| In my older youth I declare, this dream is elsewhere. | |
| Desperate, yet consummate as we' re yearning to be found | |
| With the lonesome accolade | |
| The lonesome accolade | |
| The lonesome accolade, oh | |
| Getting lost in the hope of being saved |
| zuò cí : Se n O' Brien | |
| zuò qǔ : Se n O' Brien | |
| I' m back in the Lincoln, carelessly wandering, haplessly pondering a means to not be alone. | |
| High at the wrong time, the right side of Boston, where hope often sees the invisible. | |
| Fast romance for the innocent persuaded by the noise. | |
| With the lonesome accolade | |
| The lonesome accolade | |
| The lonesome accolade, oh | |
| Getting lost in the hope of being saved | |
| There might be a reason to refuse transgression. | |
| Between the heart and the harder truth, still I' m struggling. | |
| Raised by the virtue of mindless seduction to promising views. | |
| In my older youth I declare, this dream is elsewhere. | |
| Desperate, yet consummate as we' re yearning to be found | |
| With the lonesome accolade | |
| The lonesome accolade | |
| The lonesome accolade, oh | |
| Getting lost in the hope of being saved |