| Song | Tokyo Drift |
| Artist | Little Big League |
| Album | These Are Good People |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Michelle Zauner / Kevin O'Halloran / Deven Craige / Ian Dykstra |
| [00:25.526] | Oh how black the pavement is |
| [00:31.529] | In all the neighborhoods there are left to live |
| [00:39.690] | Glaring lapses there have passed |
| [00:43.400] | The windows closed to the drafts |
| [00:45.636] | And the vessels were snatched |
| [01:40.429] | Our bodies jointed and julienned in the sun |
| [01:49.463] | Clean shaven and pressed down to pleading pulp |
| [01:58.073] | Inside out now the clotheslines strum dumbly on |
| [02:06.905] | Strung up absences pinned up like warnings of |
| [02:54.113] | On a tarpaulin in the weeds |
| [02:59.863] | They lay me down slow and so easy |
| [03:08.052] | And hum your hurting days are through |
| [03:12.014] | Even as I'm begging still to follow |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Michelle Zauner Kevin O' Halloran Deven Craige Ian Dykstra |
| [00:25.526] | Oh how black the pavement is |
| [00:31.529] | In all the neighborhoods there are left to live |
| [00:39.690] | Glaring lapses there have passed |
| [00:43.400] | The windows closed to the drafts |
| [00:45.636] | And the vessels were snatched |
| [01:40.429] | Our bodies jointed and julienned in the sun |
| [01:49.463] | Clean shaven and pressed down to pleading pulp |
| [01:58.073] | Inside out now the clotheslines strum dumbly on |
| [02:06.905] | Strung up absences pinned up like warnings of |
| [02:54.113] | On a tarpaulin in the weeds |
| [02:59.863] | They lay me down slow and so easy |
| [03:08.052] | And hum your hurting days are through |
| [03:12.014] | Even as I' m begging still to follow |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Michelle Zauner Kevin O' Halloran Deven Craige Ian Dykstra |
| [00:25.526] | Oh how black the pavement is |
| [00:31.529] | In all the neighborhoods there are left to live |
| [00:39.690] | Glaring lapses there have passed |
| [00:43.400] | The windows closed to the drafts |
| [00:45.636] | And the vessels were snatched |
| [01:40.429] | Our bodies jointed and julienned in the sun |
| [01:49.463] | Clean shaven and pressed down to pleading pulp |
| [01:58.073] | Inside out now the clotheslines strum dumbly on |
| [02:06.905] | Strung up absences pinned up like warnings of |
| [02:54.113] | On a tarpaulin in the weeds |
| [02:59.863] | They lay me down slow and so easy |
| [03:08.052] | And hum your hurting days are through |
| [03:12.014] | Even as I' m begging still to follow |