| Song | Youth |
| Artist | Selfish Things |
| Album | Logos |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Alex Biro | |
| 作曲 : Alex Biro | |
| "Clouded by colour, abandoned in truth. | |
| It seems that I like to fall back into you. | |
| A memory of better days, a moment in bloom. | |
| So fragile broken, magnificent youth. | |
| No I won't back down from you. | |
| We were never meant to lose. | |
| Protective and stubborn, the warmth of a crowd. | |
| Days without you are days living in hell. | |
| I hear your voice in everything, a blanket of sound. | |
| The fire in you could burn whole cities down. | |
| I can feel you in the ground. | |
| I can see you in the clouds. | |
| Clouded by colour, abandoned in truth. | |
| It seems that I like to fall back into you." |
| zuo ci : Alex Biro | |
| zuo qu : Alex Biro | |
| " Clouded by colour, abandoned in truth. | |
| It seems that I like to fall back into you. | |
| A memory of better days, a moment in bloom. | |
| So fragile broken, magnificent youth. | |
| No I won' t back down from you. | |
| We were never meant to lose. | |
| Protective and stubborn, the warmth of a crowd. | |
| Days without you are days living in hell. | |
| I hear your voice in everything, a blanket of sound. | |
| The fire in you could burn whole cities down. | |
| I can feel you in the ground. | |
| I can see you in the clouds. | |
| Clouded by colour, abandoned in truth. | |
| It seems that I like to fall back into you. " |
| zuò cí : Alex Biro | |
| zuò qǔ : Alex Biro | |
| " Clouded by colour, abandoned in truth. | |
| It seems that I like to fall back into you. | |
| A memory of better days, a moment in bloom. | |
| So fragile broken, magnificent youth. | |
| No I won' t back down from you. | |
| We were never meant to lose. | |
| Protective and stubborn, the warmth of a crowd. | |
| Days without you are days living in hell. | |
| I hear your voice in everything, a blanket of sound. | |
| The fire in you could burn whole cities down. | |
| I can feel you in the ground. | |
| I can see you in the clouds. | |
| Clouded by colour, abandoned in truth. | |
| It seems that I like to fall back into you. " |