| Song | Super Owls |
| Album | Running Tracks |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bryan Akcasu/Mitchell Dill | |
| 作曲 : Bryan Akcasu/Mitchell Dill | |
| I'm dizzy | |
| In this one light room | |
| Flushed against the windows | |
| I might mumble | |
| When I'm sleeping | |
| Hear your voice come out of the radio | |
| Like you��re singing | |
| And making up the bed | |
| The only words I hear | |
| Are things I should've said | |
| As you're making the room up | |
| In a colorful way | |
| I couldn't have imagined it like this | |
| Yesterday | |
| I'm reeling | |
| In this one light room | |
| Reaching through the glass | |
| Writing something | |
| On yellow paper | |
| Hear your voice come out of every crack | |
| While you're singing | |
| And making up the bed | |
| The only words I hear | |
| Are things I should've said | |
| As you're making the room up | |
| In a colorful way | |
| I couldn't have imagined it like this | |
| Yesterday | |
| I'm dizzy in this one light room | |
| Flushed against the windows | |
| Writing something | |
| On yellow paper | |
| I know I should��ve given up hours ago |
| zuo ci : Bryan Akcasu Mitchell Dill | |
| zuo qu : Bryan Akcasu Mitchell Dill | |
| I' m dizzy | |
| In this one light room | |
| Flushed against the windows | |
| I might mumble | |
| When I' m sleeping | |
| Hear your voice come out of the radio | |
| Like you re singing | |
| And making up the bed | |
| The only words I hear | |
| Are things I should' ve said | |
| As you' re making the room up | |
| In a colorful way | |
| I couldn' t have imagined it like this | |
| Yesterday | |
| I' m reeling | |
| In this one light room | |
| Reaching through the glass | |
| Writing something | |
| On yellow paper | |
| Hear your voice come out of every crack | |
| While you' re singing | |
| And making up the bed | |
| The only words I hear | |
| Are things I should' ve said | |
| As you' re making the room up | |
| In a colorful way | |
| I couldn' t have imagined it like this | |
| Yesterday | |
| I' m dizzy in this one light room | |
| Flushed against the windows | |
| Writing something | |
| On yellow paper | |
| I know I should ve given up hours ago |
| zuò cí : Bryan Akcasu Mitchell Dill | |
| zuò qǔ : Bryan Akcasu Mitchell Dill | |
| I' m dizzy | |
| In this one light room | |
| Flushed against the windows | |
| I might mumble | |
| When I' m sleeping | |
| Hear your voice come out of the radio | |
| Like you re singing | |
| And making up the bed | |
| The only words I hear | |
| Are things I should' ve said | |
| As you' re making the room up | |
| In a colorful way | |
| I couldn' t have imagined it like this | |
| Yesterday | |
| I' m reeling | |
| In this one light room | |
| Reaching through the glass | |
| Writing something | |
| On yellow paper | |
| Hear your voice come out of every crack | |
| While you' re singing | |
| And making up the bed | |
| The only words I hear | |
| Are things I should' ve said | |
| As you' re making the room up | |
| In a colorful way | |
| I couldn' t have imagined it like this | |
| Yesterday | |
| I' m dizzy in this one light room | |
| Flushed against the windows | |
| Writing something | |
| On yellow paper | |
| I know I should ve given up hours ago |