| Song | I Paint Nightscapes |
| Artist | Ashbury Heights |
| Album | Origins |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anders Hagström | |
| 作曲 : Anders Hagström | |
| I've never felt this bad in all my life below | |
| Whatever happens good or bad it's negative | |
| And as the days go by I feel my darkness grow | |
| The zenith of my blackened sun's definitive | |
| I paint | |
| Nightscapes | |
| Black top masquerades | |
| Whenever | |
| It rains | |
| Till rain's all that remains | |
| I paint | |
| Nightscapes | |
| Broken heart tirades | |
| And love is | |
| Always | |
| Bent out of shape | |
| Always | |
| I'm on the verge of cracking up it's all to sad | |
| All joy begets despondency it's mocking me | |
| I'm disillusioned to the brink of being mad | |
| I wish I could escape this cruel reality |
| zuo ci : Anders Hagstr m | |
| zuo qu : Anders Hagstr m | |
| I' ve never felt this bad in all my life below | |
| Whatever happens good or bad it' s negative | |
| And as the days go by I feel my darkness grow | |
| The zenith of my blackened sun' s definitive | |
| I paint | |
| Nightscapes | |
| Black top masquerades | |
| Whenever | |
| It rains | |
| Till rain' s all that remains | |
| I paint | |
| Nightscapes | |
| Broken heart tirades | |
| And love is | |
| Always | |
| Bent out of shape | |
| Always | |
| I' m on the verge of cracking up it' s all to sad | |
| All joy begets despondency it' s mocking me | |
| I' m disillusioned to the brink of being mad | |
| I wish I could escape this cruel reality |
| zuò cí : Anders Hagstr m | |
| zuò qǔ : Anders Hagstr m | |
| I' ve never felt this bad in all my life below | |
| Whatever happens good or bad it' s negative | |
| And as the days go by I feel my darkness grow | |
| The zenith of my blackened sun' s definitive | |
| I paint | |
| Nightscapes | |
| Black top masquerades | |
| Whenever | |
| It rains | |
| Till rain' s all that remains | |
| I paint | |
| Nightscapes | |
| Broken heart tirades | |
| And love is | |
| Always | |
| Bent out of shape | |
| Always | |
| I' m on the verge of cracking up it' s all to sad | |
| All joy begets despondency it' s mocking me | |
| I' m disillusioned to the brink of being mad | |
| I wish I could escape this cruel reality |