| Song | Held Once |
| Artist | Have/Hold |
| Album | B-Sides - MMXX |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Liam Davies/Luke Shields | |
| 作曲 : Luke Shields/Reece Choucair/Ryan Shields | |
| Listen was all was expected of me as I | |
| Hurried on southbound Elizabeth St. I was | |
| Dressed like a Capulet | |
| Tired eyed and reticent | |
| Loosen my tie on the passenger seat. She came | |
| On like a question mark beckoning me. She would | |
| Dance ‘round the maypole and vanish in the trees. She was | |
| Chock full of history | |
| Language and syncope | |
| Dawned on me like an epiphany | |
| I am not here. | |
| I am acting like a Thylacine | |
| It is unclear to me | |
| To what end | |
| To what end | |
| I am not here | |
| I am taller than I’ve ever been | |
| It is unclear to me | |
| To what end | |
| To what end | |
| And I held you once | |
| On the borderline | |
| I can still hear you breathing, the sight of the city | |
| Appears like a foggy outline | |
| And you pulled me in | |
| Where your secret’s safe with mine | |
| Where our personal history never gets in | |
| We’re a boat that will never capsize | |
| And you kissed me long | |
| I am spinning, shallow breathing, saturnine | |
| And I held you once | |
| On the borderline | |
| I can still hear you breathing, the sight of the city | |
| Appears like a foggy outline | |
| And you pulled me in | |
| Where your secret’s safe with mine | |
| Where our personal history never gets in | |
| We’re a boat that will never capsize | |
| And you kissed me long | |
| I am spinning, shallow breathing, saturnine |
| zuo ci : Liam Davies Luke Shields | |
| zuo qu : Luke Shields Reece Choucair Ryan Shields | |
| Listen was all was expected of me as I | |
| Hurried on southbound Elizabeth St. I was | |
| Dressed like a Capulet | |
| Tired eyed and reticent | |
| Loosen my tie on the passenger seat. She came | |
| On like a question mark beckoning me. She would | |
| Dance ' round the maypole and vanish in the trees. She was | |
| Chock full of history | |
| Language and syncope | |
| Dawned on me like an epiphany | |
| I am not here. | |
| I am acting like a Thylacine | |
| It is unclear to me | |
| To what end | |
| To what end | |
| I am not here | |
| I am taller than I' ve ever been | |
| It is unclear to me | |
| To what end | |
| To what end | |
| And I held you once | |
| On the borderline | |
| I can still hear you breathing, the sight of the city | |
| Appears like a foggy outline | |
| And you pulled me in | |
| Where your secret' s safe with mine | |
| Where our personal history never gets in | |
| We' re a boat that will never capsize | |
| And you kissed me long | |
| I am spinning, shallow breathing, saturnine | |
| And I held you once | |
| On the borderline | |
| I can still hear you breathing, the sight of the city | |
| Appears like a foggy outline | |
| And you pulled me in | |
| Where your secret' s safe with mine | |
| Where our personal history never gets in | |
| We' re a boat that will never capsize | |
| And you kissed me long | |
| I am spinning, shallow breathing, saturnine |
| zuò cí : Liam Davies Luke Shields | |
| zuò qǔ : Luke Shields Reece Choucair Ryan Shields | |
| Listen was all was expected of me as I | |
| Hurried on southbound Elizabeth St. I was | |
| Dressed like a Capulet | |
| Tired eyed and reticent | |
| Loosen my tie on the passenger seat. She came | |
| On like a question mark beckoning me. She would | |
| Dance ' round the maypole and vanish in the trees. She was | |
| Chock full of history | |
| Language and syncope | |
| Dawned on me like an epiphany | |
| I am not here. | |
| I am acting like a Thylacine | |
| It is unclear to me | |
| To what end | |
| To what end | |
| I am not here | |
| I am taller than I' ve ever been | |
| It is unclear to me | |
| To what end | |
| To what end | |
| And I held you once | |
| On the borderline | |
| I can still hear you breathing, the sight of the city | |
| Appears like a foggy outline | |
| And you pulled me in | |
| Where your secret' s safe with mine | |
| Where our personal history never gets in | |
| We' re a boat that will never capsize | |
| And you kissed me long | |
| I am spinning, shallow breathing, saturnine | |
| And I held you once | |
| On the borderline | |
| I can still hear you breathing, the sight of the city | |
| Appears like a foggy outline | |
| And you pulled me in | |
| Where your secret' s safe with mine | |
| Where our personal history never gets in | |
| We' re a boat that will never capsize | |
| And you kissed me long | |
| I am spinning, shallow breathing, saturnine |