| Song | Pandemic |
| Artist | Citizen Tim |
| Album | Pandemic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Marco Kallenborn | |
| 作曲 : Marco Kallenborn | |
| it came with no surprise to the point of great remorse | |
| and the anchor man’s afraid, as he’s reading the announcement in the morning | |
| I lock my door and count to ten, while the birds are singing in the trees | |
| my emotional range becomes closer, we saw it coming | |
| my legs are feeling tired, I’m running circles in my room | |
| I keep on counting the days here in quarantine | |
| I miss my friends, I miss my friends | |
| I watch the sunset over ghost town, the air I breath tastes pretty old | |
| I watch my neighbor through the window, his dog seems pretty bored | |
| and in the treasury department the blood is dripping from the ceiling | |
| I’m running short of confidence, I’m running short of hope | |
| my legs are feeling tired, I’m running circles in my room | |
| I keep on counting the days here in quarantine | |
| I miss my friends, I miss my friends | |
| and it came with no surprise to the point of great collapse |
| zuo ci : Marco Kallenborn | |
| zuo qu : Marco Kallenborn | |
| it came with no surprise to the point of great remorse | |
| and the anchor man' s afraid, as he' s reading the announcement in the morning | |
| I lock my door and count to ten, while the birds are singing in the trees | |
| my emotional range becomes closer, we saw it coming | |
| my legs are feeling tired, I' m running circles in my room | |
| I keep on counting the days here in quarantine | |
| I miss my friends, I miss my friends | |
| I watch the sunset over ghost town, the air I breath tastes pretty old | |
| I watch my neighbor through the window, his dog seems pretty bored | |
| and in the treasury department the blood is dripping from the ceiling | |
| I' m running short of confidence, I' m running short of hope | |
| my legs are feeling tired, I' m running circles in my room | |
| I keep on counting the days here in quarantine | |
| I miss my friends, I miss my friends | |
| and it came with no surprise to the point of great collapse |
| zuò cí : Marco Kallenborn | |
| zuò qǔ : Marco Kallenborn | |
| it came with no surprise to the point of great remorse | |
| and the anchor man' s afraid, as he' s reading the announcement in the morning | |
| I lock my door and count to ten, while the birds are singing in the trees | |
| my emotional range becomes closer, we saw it coming | |
| my legs are feeling tired, I' m running circles in my room | |
| I keep on counting the days here in quarantine | |
| I miss my friends, I miss my friends | |
| I watch the sunset over ghost town, the air I breath tastes pretty old | |
| I watch my neighbor through the window, his dog seems pretty bored | |
| and in the treasury department the blood is dripping from the ceiling | |
| I' m running short of confidence, I' m running short of hope | |
| my legs are feeling tired, I' m running circles in my room | |
| I keep on counting the days here in quarantine | |
| I miss my friends, I miss my friends | |
| and it came with no surprise to the point of great collapse |