| Song | Chromatics |
| Artist | Diagrams |
| Album | Chromatics |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Sam Genders |
| [00:00.742] | 作曲 : Sam Genders |
| [00:01.485] | |
| [00:36.367] | Sometimes the sun is so strong |
| [00:38.742] | That I melt down to juice |
| [00:45.059] | Swimming myself |
| [00:46.587] | In a sticky red pool on the floor |
| [00:54.140] | So full of joy |
| [00:55.805] | I could burst into Chromatic flame |
| [01:03.102] | So beautiful |
| [01:04.824] | That I know that I need nothing more |
| [01:11.609] | Like a bullet |
| [01:13.033] | From muzzle to marrow |
| [01:15.347] | We pass through this life |
| [01:20.175] | And from cradle to grave |
| [01:22.667] | We are lost and confused and deranged |
| [01:29.558] | Bombarded by beauty |
| [01:32.198] | Belittled and honored and loved |
| [01:39.223] | I hope that we get to do it all over again |
| [01:47.039] | And when the night comes on |
| [01:51.488] | All of us go down quiet eventually |
| [01:58.247] | No more worries or cares |
| [02:02.652] | Nothing is left |
| [02:04.898] | But should we wake up |
| [02:08.425] | Warm down in our mother's arms |
| [02:14.120] | Listening for radio burst static |
| [02:19.174] | That tells us who we are |
| [02:25.933] | Are we lonely or not? |
| [02:28.203] | Is this thing that we've got worth the risk? |
| [02:34.693] | Do we dare to speak up where our true hearts |
| [02:38.414] | Like tasteless saltines? |
| [02:43.882] | All these infernal ladders to nowhere |
| [02:47.522] | Detract from the light |
| [02:52.857] | Is it courage I lack |
| [02:55.042] | Or a sense of direction in life? |
| [03:01.256] | For when the night comes on |
| [03:05.800] | All of us go down quiet eventually |
| [03:12.612] | No more worries or cares |
| [03:17.080] | Nothing is left |
| [03:19.498] | But should we wake up |
| [03:22.677] | Warm down in our mother's womb |
| [03:28.341] | Listening for radio burst static |
| [03:33.316] | That tells us who we are |
| [03:37.418] | And we will smile and fade |
| [03:41.741] | Into the break of day |
| [03:46.182] | A tunnel of light |
| [03:48.245] | That first desperate cry |
| [03:50.872] | Something is good |
| [03:53.087] | Just out of sight |
| [03:55.293] | Voice in the dark |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Sam Genders |
| [00:00.742] | zuo qu : Sam Genders |
| [00:01.485] | |
| [00:36.367] | Sometimes the sun is so strong |
| [00:38.742] | That I melt down to juice |
| [00:45.059] | Swimming myself |
| [00:46.587] | In a sticky red pool on the floor |
| [00:54.140] | So full of joy |
| [00:55.805] | I could burst into Chromatic flame |
| [01:03.102] | So beautiful |
| [01:04.824] | That I know that I need nothing more |
| [01:11.609] | Like a bullet |
| [01:13.033] | From muzzle to marrow |
| [01:15.347] | We pass through this life |
| [01:20.175] | And from cradle to grave |
| [01:22.667] | We are lost and confused and deranged |
| [01:29.558] | Bombarded by beauty |
| [01:32.198] | Belittled and honored and loved |
| [01:39.223] | I hope that we get to do it all over again |
| [01:47.039] | And when the night comes on |
| [01:51.488] | All of us go down quiet eventually |
| [01:58.247] | No more worries or cares |
| [02:02.652] | Nothing is left |
| [02:04.898] | But should we wake up |
| [02:08.425] | Warm down in our mother' s arms |
| [02:14.120] | Listening for radio burst static |
| [02:19.174] | That tells us who we are |
| [02:25.933] | Are we lonely or not? |
| [02:28.203] | Is this thing that we' ve got worth the risk? |
| [02:34.693] | Do we dare to speak up where our true hearts |
| [02:38.414] | Like tasteless saltines? |
| [02:43.882] | All these infernal ladders to nowhere |
| [02:47.522] | Detract from the light |
| [02:52.857] | Is it courage I lack |
| [02:55.042] | Or a sense of direction in life? |
| [03:01.256] | For when the night comes on |
| [03:05.800] | All of us go down quiet eventually |
| [03:12.612] | No more worries or cares |
| [03:17.080] | Nothing is left |
| [03:19.498] | But should we wake up |
| [03:22.677] | Warm down in our mother' s womb |
| [03:28.341] | Listening for radio burst static |
| [03:33.316] | That tells us who we are |
| [03:37.418] | And we will smile and fade |
| [03:41.741] | Into the break of day |
| [03:46.182] | A tunnel of light |
| [03:48.245] | That first desperate cry |
| [03:50.872] | Something is good |
| [03:53.087] | Just out of sight |
| [03:55.293] | Voice in the dark |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Sam Genders |
| [00:00.742] | zuò qǔ : Sam Genders |
| [00:01.485] | |
| [00:36.367] | Sometimes the sun is so strong |
| [00:38.742] | That I melt down to juice |
| [00:45.059] | Swimming myself |
| [00:46.587] | In a sticky red pool on the floor |
| [00:54.140] | So full of joy |
| [00:55.805] | I could burst into Chromatic flame |
| [01:03.102] | So beautiful |
| [01:04.824] | That I know that I need nothing more |
| [01:11.609] | Like a bullet |
| [01:13.033] | From muzzle to marrow |
| [01:15.347] | We pass through this life |
| [01:20.175] | And from cradle to grave |
| [01:22.667] | We are lost and confused and deranged |
| [01:29.558] | Bombarded by beauty |
| [01:32.198] | Belittled and honored and loved |
| [01:39.223] | I hope that we get to do it all over again |
| [01:47.039] | And when the night comes on |
| [01:51.488] | All of us go down quiet eventually |
| [01:58.247] | No more worries or cares |
| [02:02.652] | Nothing is left |
| [02:04.898] | But should we wake up |
| [02:08.425] | Warm down in our mother' s arms |
| [02:14.120] | Listening for radio burst static |
| [02:19.174] | That tells us who we are |
| [02:25.933] | Are we lonely or not? |
| [02:28.203] | Is this thing that we' ve got worth the risk? |
| [02:34.693] | Do we dare to speak up where our true hearts |
| [02:38.414] | Like tasteless saltines? |
| [02:43.882] | All these infernal ladders to nowhere |
| [02:47.522] | Detract from the light |
| [02:52.857] | Is it courage I lack |
| [02:55.042] | Or a sense of direction in life? |
| [03:01.256] | For when the night comes on |
| [03:05.800] | All of us go down quiet eventually |
| [03:12.612] | No more worries or cares |
| [03:17.080] | Nothing is left |
| [03:19.498] | But should we wake up |
| [03:22.677] | Warm down in our mother' s womb |
| [03:28.341] | Listening for radio burst static |
| [03:33.316] | That tells us who we are |
| [03:37.418] | And we will smile and fade |
| [03:41.741] | Into the break of day |
| [03:46.182] | A tunnel of light |
| [03:48.245] | That first desperate cry |
| [03:50.872] | Something is good |
| [03:53.087] | Just out of sight |
| [03:55.293] | Voice in the dark |