| Song | Three Doors, Three Keys |
| Artist | 顺子 |
| Album | To The Top |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:41.680] | Time is a wishing well |
| [00:48.190] | Full of empty promise |
| [00:51.290] | Our dreams turn cold |
| [00:54.620] | Soon we don’t dream at all |
| [01:01.310] | Then tomorrow’s gone |
| [01:07.490] | And when night begins to fall |
| [01:14.660] | We rage against the dawn |
| [01:45.190] | It reads like an empty page |
| [01:51.190] | Of a book with no moral |
| [01:54.390] | And the end is known |
| [01:57.990] | Ain’t no suspense at all |
| [02:04.570] | We come and then we go |
| [02:10.760] | It’s so far away |
| [02:17.580] | Time stretched out before us |
| [02:24.850] | The night brings the day |
| [02:40.820] | Time’s a moving train we can’t escape |
| [02:47.190] | Getting faster on by the day |
| [02:50.900] | And the choices we make we cannot change |
| [02:55.160] | We just carry on |
| [04:35.170] | It’s so far away |
| [04:41.280] | Time stretched out before us |
| [04:47.990] | The night brings the day |
| [04:54.920] | And on and on and on |
| [05:01.550] | We’re young and unafraid |
| [05:07.930] | And touched by the heavens |
| [05:14.650] | But as we look away… |
| [06:47.380] | Take me away from this troubled age |
| [06:53.960] | Or show me some peace from my childhood days |
| [07:00.770] | The doors to my mind are locked safe away |
| [07:07.250] | With memories of hope, pain and grief and shame |
| [07:13.840] |
| [00:41.680] | Time is a wishing well |
| [00:48.190] | Full of empty promise |
| [00:51.290] | Our dreams turn cold |
| [00:54.620] | Soon we don' t dream at all |
| [01:01.310] | Then tomorrow' s gone |
| [01:07.490] | And when night begins to fall |
| [01:14.660] | We rage against the dawn |
| [01:45.190] | It reads like an empty page |
| [01:51.190] | Of a book with no moral |
| [01:54.390] | And the end is known |
| [01:57.990] | Ain' t no suspense at all |
| [02:04.570] | We come and then we go |
| [02:10.760] | It' s so far away |
| [02:17.580] | Time stretched out before us |
| [02:24.850] | The night brings the day |
| [02:40.820] | Time' s a moving train we can' t escape |
| [02:47.190] | Getting faster on by the day |
| [02:50.900] | And the choices we make we cannot change |
| [02:55.160] | We just carry on |
| [04:35.170] | It' s so far away |
| [04:41.280] | Time stretched out before us |
| [04:47.990] | The night brings the day |
| [04:54.920] | And on and on and on |
| [05:01.550] | We' re young and unafraid |
| [05:07.930] | And touched by the heavens |
| [05:14.650] | But as we look away |
| [06:47.380] | Take me away from this troubled age |
| [06:53.960] | Or show me some peace from my childhood days |
| [07:00.770] | The doors to my mind are locked safe away |
| [07:07.250] | With memories of hope, pain and grief and shame |
| [07:13.840] |
| [00:41.680] | Time is a wishing well |
| [00:48.190] | Full of empty promise |
| [00:51.290] | Our dreams turn cold |
| [00:54.620] | Soon we don' t dream at all |
| [01:01.310] | Then tomorrow' s gone |
| [01:07.490] | And when night begins to fall |
| [01:14.660] | We rage against the dawn |
| [01:45.190] | It reads like an empty page |
| [01:51.190] | Of a book with no moral |
| [01:54.390] | And the end is known |
| [01:57.990] | Ain' t no suspense at all |
| [02:04.570] | We come and then we go |
| [02:10.760] | It' s so far away |
| [02:17.580] | Time stretched out before us |
| [02:24.850] | The night brings the day |
| [02:40.820] | Time' s a moving train we can' t escape |
| [02:47.190] | Getting faster on by the day |
| [02:50.900] | And the choices we make we cannot change |
| [02:55.160] | We just carry on |
| [04:35.170] | It' s so far away |
| [04:41.280] | Time stretched out before us |
| [04:47.990] | The night brings the day |
| [04:54.920] | And on and on and on |
| [05:01.550] | We' re young and unafraid |
| [05:07.930] | And touched by the heavens |
| [05:14.650] | But as we look away |
| [06:47.380] | Take me away from this troubled age |
| [06:53.960] | Or show me some peace from my childhood days |
| [07:00.770] | The doors to my mind are locked safe away |
| [07:07.250] | With memories of hope, pain and grief and shame |
| [07:13.840] |